[Verse 1: Jon Connor]

When quitting ain't an option and losing ain't a thought

When you ain't conscious of your passion cause you don't ever turn it off

When your mom's still in the hood and everyday that's what reminds you

It ain't just about you, you got a whole city behind you

Look at the spot they got me in

You ain't like where I'm going, come stop me then

If it wasn't my destiny

I’m from Flint, then a nigga would have been had shot me then

And Flint is not a possibility

Said one in a million is probably the probability

Look where I’m from, you niggas ain’t feeling me

Every one friend we got we probably got ten enemies

I was raised on Pulp Fiction

Where your bitch friend could end up snake shit

Little niggas hug the block before school

Yeah, we call that working that day shift

Got four cousins all in probation

My family ain’t take no vacations

Shit, we lucky to see Detroit

We go to Cedar Point we think that we made it

Michigan, motherfucker, Michigan, motherfucker

About time that they finally let us in, motherfucker

Big Sean, Royce da 5, Eminem, motherfucker

J-Dilla, MC Breed, back again

It got me getting high lately, wondering when the Lord gon' take me

God said he gon' fix my problems so nothing in this world gon' break me

Shit, all I spread is love, but I still got niggas that hate me

Niggas screaming fuck me

While I’m still trying to fuck with Chelsea Lately

Look nigga, it’s Trick Trick, Doughboyz Cashout, D12

While you other motherfuckers assed out

Do it for my niggas and the hoes with their ass out

Fuck these haters and I will fuck a bitch ‘til she pass out

Past the point of no return

My state got shitted on, y'all moved on with no concern

Turned into rage, they made me wait my turn

Fire in my eyes, the world about to burn

I ain’t never had shit, my nigga

What make you think I’m about to give this up?

I know you know I hear the hate, my nigga

What make you niggas think I give a fuck?

Shouts to Calicoe and Slum Village was on the same date

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I don’t know about you, but fuck number 2, I wanna be number 1, nigga

Y'all ain’t never seen nothing like me

Til the day I fuck around and have a son, nigga

Never waste no time with these bum niggas

Giving my all ‘til I’m done, nigga

Here to make history, the flow of the century

That was one hell of a run, nigga

Time to go, I got ya'll fuck that

Seven more, I got ya'll fuck that

I was taught to just go hard nigga this 'Bron, Kobe and hot sauce

Haters can suck my dick and get lockjaw

From Flint the shit will just pop off

Now I'm in the parking lot getting popped offed

By a bad bitch with the top off

[Refrain: Jon Connor]

Now this'll be a beautiful death

(I'm jumping out the window)

[Outro]

Salute out to Kanye West, the whole chi town, the whole mid-west

Shouts to my home Michigan

Ayo, if there was anybody I forgot to shout out in that verse

Blame my mind and not my heart

Y'all know I does it for y'all, it's The People's Rapper

We back again right?

A'int nothin' gonna stop us

Best in the World! Prove me wrong nigga!

(Flint we here nigga...Yeah, flint we here nigga...)