[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, this is Dr. Dre

And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!

The album is 'Vehicle City'

Aftermath

This some 2018 shit

So Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do

Come on, let's get 'em

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]

Look, this year’s election was trash, so I need therapy bad

These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie terribly cast

I’m finna kill it

Compare this track to a strap and a mask

This sound like an old shotty

A blast from the past *Gun Shots*

Yea that’s yo ass

I ain’t feeling you niggas

That shit ain’t appealing to me or the city I live in

We really don’t feel it

Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain’t got that real nigga feeling

Now real niggas feel this

Fuck opinions, fuck ya niggas

Stay in a hater mouth I should become a dentist

I’m the blemish on ya finish when you think you riding fly

You want it then come and get it

I’ll admit it, couldn’t go another minute

Hearing all the shit that niggas try to mimic

So I’m bout to try to Royce and Eminem it

Til I kill it, homicide on anybody siding with it

I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit

I get excited by the shit that you liking

Cause you sounding worse than the niggas you biting

Fuck all you niggas, I’m second to none

It’s my time now and every second to come

Scary, cause I’ma keep spitting cemeteries until I’m in lyrical heaven with Pun

None of you niggas is scaring me none

You know where the fuck that I’m from

The city where houses get raided you know how we play it

Tell granny to bury the gun

Real nigga that’ll flip words

With you niggas it be just words

Tell em it a benefit em if I get em in a diss first

Cause Imma make a Mother Fucker hot if I diss you in this verse

Nah, it’s feeling like you niggas just cursed

You and my girl need to switch skirts

Fuck the world til my dick hurts

God Damn, this shit a make a nun miss church

In my hood, the big niggas debo’ing debo

Matt Hardy you niggas, delete em, delete em

They waiting for me to come speak for the people

The fiends on my street they compete for a needle

Midwest fucking with me from here to Toledo

Ain’t sleeping til all of my people is eating

Cause back in the day all they knew how to feed us

Was funyuns and cheetos, doritos and fritos

Feeding my ego, these hoes, I back seat of my jeep em, I never mislead em

My daddy told me it was cheaper to keep em

Fuck a bitch, fuck tricking, I don’t even retweet em

Nice, this is lord steven regal against ricky steamboat

Snitches get stitches, in my hood they end up in ditches

Oh you don’t believe em? Ever seen Joe Pesci at the end of Casino?

Oh, they take pride in that, no sympathy for nobody who ain’t in line

Catch a body and they fine with that

How I feel? To the major labels, everybody yall sign is wack

Remind me that, when I react, the time we at, pussy niggas, copycats

Copy raps, I will not be that, I’m yall ass 24/7, *10/4* copy that

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]

Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon’ do about it huh? Nothing. Yea, nigga what?

Aww shit, Kill em Jon!

[Verse 2: Jon Connor & Dr. Dre]

Look, I could do this for days

Tell em to fix they face

Tell em I kill it Until it’s feeling like its a grave

Look at the shit you play

Look at the shit they say

Schooling you niggas and you can tell em I skipped a grade

Tell em I did for everybody that wanted to listen to rap again but disengaged

Wait...

Hold up, You tired nigga?

Real niggas, and my bad bitches make some noise all the fuck niggas stay quiet

Point em out, if you see em, if you see em point em out, I’m feeling like I’m bout to start a riot

I was hoping and hoping the flow would just open the door, I was broke

I was poor, I was low, I don’t know where to go, wanna blow

But at home, they like gone and put on, get it on for the throne nigga

I’m back in a rage, like I’m black and it’s back in the days

When we use to have to sit in the back in the bus, like fuck

Til Rosa Parks said shit I’m tired as a slave

Everybody looking at me thinking what I’m bout to do

Well let me think about it, Dre done put me in position

Competition kinda getting soft

Well I’ma get it while I’m in it

Did it better than you would have ever thought

No I don’t compromise

This Flint and them Compton guys

Back to monopolize, anything that we want

So going to war with us is not advised, nigga

[Outro: Jon Connor]

Sav

Mo Cleaves

Dre, what up nigga?!

Vehicle City

Yea, shout to Remy and Lil Kim

Y’all did that