Jon Connor

Jon Connor - Maniac lyrics

rate me

Fly it in the average, getting cabbage on the regular,

Fetish for the lettuce niggers, I ain’t talking vegetables

Grinding for the minute and I did it, yes I made it nigger,

On the real, you niggers fake, fuck you if you' hatin' nigger

Never let them bother me, cause non' you niggas stoppin me

My life is a movie, see how all you niggers watching me.

The squad is in the building, that’s some shit that they just gotta see

Hater stay from round' me, and that’s just the way it’s gotta be

Haters come a dime a dozen, I just want a dozen dimes,

Here with me in V.I.P, sweetheart you ain't gotta stand in line

Feeling like a million, but she' feeling even better though,

Bitches like me better now, niggers like me better broke

Y'all have a cold drink, in hell before I ever fail

I’m married to the game, y'all hittin wedding bells

Theres so many hoes in here, I’m mad theres only one of me

I’m looking at the one in front of me

And god damn

Picture me living without a care intuition,

Telling me niggers there, watching as I sit at the table

With all my niggers here, envious of fame,

Niggers plottin' on my spot in this game,

The voodoo of all evil and the change is one and the same!

So, with riches and bitches is pain,

But still I remain, on the stage, mic to the sky,

They screaming my name, put my soul in this music,

They' screaming, they' never in vain

Always had this vision in my brain,

Look what I became, running through my veins, this is passion!

I’m just reacting

Hey, your reaction is the consequence of my actions

Don’t need opinions, just a witness, as I see the future,

In the mirror cause my drive was never neutral

Yeah, and now I pause for no nigger, like the way it’s in the desert,

You never gonna blow, nigger

I leave a piece of me, on the stage, at every show nigger,

Million reasons to talk about me, heres one more nigger

Please don't mistake us for them, and there’s no way you could mistake them for us.

Hey oh, we gonna ride it out like this

Come on, let’s go!

I’m sitting in V.I.P, I’m chilling, how im possed' to be,

One hoe looking nervous, of the one tryna' get close to me,

Sometimes I be havin' nice, I’m hoping they don't notice me,

Then they seem all crazing, then they positively know its me.

I could see you at the corner of my eye, approaching me,

Y'all thought Tiger Woods was ill

Wait till' they get a load of me

Say they down with anything, and they expressed it openly.

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I show you how I feel and I could try to teach you

How to fuckin' ball, but you' stuck in the fucking bleaches.

It’s my time, my nigger, I waited patiently,

I stun on niggers to remind how they did me

This is for all my people, moving, riding with me,

Two fingers salute, your alliance with me

I ain’t going, no way,,They could finally see

That the dynasty they was looking to sign, is me.

Hey, J.P this is the part where these niggers give up, right?

Thanks to Johan Gleerup for correcting these lyrics

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