Jon Connor – I'm Back lyrics

2013 is on, right?
Still sleeping mistape on the way
On conscience stake, coming on iTunes
Y’all know how we do, avf shit

All I see is posters all with my face on it
Tell your chick put a face on it
Got a bad bitch and these steak homies
Murder track, put a case on me
I run shit, I ball hard, you niggas out of breath
Tryina chase Kobe
I can’t miss, I make hits
Even the umpire ain’t safe from me
They miss me, they miss me
Too long we gone without real shit
I’m still me, and I’m still real
So shit, that’s what y’all still get
Y’all niggas lame, y’all fuck boys
Y’all niggas sweet like y’all fuck boys
I fuck hoes, lord knows that extra magnum so clutch, hoe
That extra magnum so clutch, hoe, that extra magnum so clutch, hoe
Niggas all on my dick, vice script haters came to my nuts go
Michigan, that’s my state, michigan that’s my mind state
I michigan like eminem, like gm how crime rate
I’m never gonn stop, get better and taking these veterans spots
No I’m not arrogant, stop
I’m my own worst critical, allow me to give me my props, yeah
Sick to die can give me my shots
Shots is all I ever heard
Fly city, civic hood…
I ain’t gotta brag about my city dude
Cause I know that you use your head to make bad decisions
So that’s what niggas put hoes there
Ain’t proud of that just aware of that
Y’all niggas should be scared of that
13 murders in one week, your hood hollywood compared to that
I put on cause we need this
I put on cause we need this
Fuck y’all, streets smart, genius, dean’s list
This is for my city and this is for my town and
This one is for my people outta state that hold me down, G!
I’m back