Scriptures Lyrics - Jon Connor

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(Verse)
I came in the game, like fuck these niggers
I ain't got no friends , I ain't want none either
I'm writing by myself, and I ain't slugging on pieces
That boy high and that motherfucker spit fire
Like I was smoking on ethanol
I've been spending like this since I was a lil nigga
Fronting like a hellhound when the current grow deeper
I see alot of whole lot of fake shit
Some niggers sayin that I'm too real
If you was better than niggers that never got to profit
Never stop,how the fuck would you feel
This for my niggas in the basement
All my niggas in the garage
Thinking that this rap see this fake girl mirage
A woman I could ask, for my nigga shit
I'ma ask Nicki for a menage
She I don't just beat the odds, I eat the odds
Can't shit on niggers, how you gon' sleep on me
Tryin' to beat the mob, I make a silent sub
At that pillow nigga hold up
Told you niggers this my motherfucking time bro
I told you niggers though I fuck around with giant hoe
Y'all sweet, this a piece of cake
I'ma eat you better believe that
Real shit that's what I spit
To the people 'cause I see they need that
Wack shit, yea ate alive
My ego, y'all don't feed that
Flick stone with an O so this
Crossed the thing to get MC bring back,Gone

(Hook)
I'm the realest and that's all that I'ma ever be
But y'all don't hear me though
Everyone got me praying for my enemies
But y'all don't hear me though
Pray for my enemies,nigga pray for my enemies
But y'all don't hear me though
Pray for my enemies,nigga pray for my enemies
But y'all don't hear me though

(Verse)
Nigga don't hurry up, that mean be cautious
The flow is sick 'cause I get nauseous
When I hear all this garbage
I'm scaring niggers in the office
People couting down 'cause my shit coming
Hold me down 'cause my shit bumping
In the street can't shut me up
'Cause my mouth ain't for no dick sucking
People love this shit I make
Phony bitches that shit I hate
Phony bitches all in my face
Better top their bet to stand in my grace
Murder ,murder trail of dead
Bodies at my feet, kill it
We shit, got me catching bodies as we speak
Give me straight fuck nigga
I've been doing fine without y'all
Feeling like an outlaw
Like I'm living the box law
You will never catch me,
Giving a fuck about y'all
Haters I say fuck with me
Ain't nobody around y'all
This one more time,nigga testify
Nigga I'm the truth, buddy that's no lie
Say I ain't dope, nigga you so high
Nigga say I drop bomb, said the truths gonna fly

(Hook)
I'm the realest and that's all that I'ma ever be
But y'all don't hear me though
Everyone got me praying for my enemies
But y'all don't hear me though
Pray for my enemies,nigga pray for my enemies
But y'all don't hear me though
Pray for my enemies,nigga pray for my enemies
But y'all don't hear me though







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