8 Mile Road

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] They keep askin me, "Connor why you keep on putting out so much music?" Cause the more I shit on the game the more they try to refuse it I drop whenever I want cause I got the talent to do it Imma prove you fucking doofus, keep thinking I'm a loser. (x3) This the criteria when you feel like people ain't hearing ya Mixtape every two months, god damn is this nigga serious, yea Cuz now I feel like they backed me into a corner They keep tryna fuck me feel like they backed me into a porno Peep it, you motherfuckers ain't blind, I know u see it, while I go So hard, look what I got to compete with Whack niggas with deals with multi-millionaire dollar budgets Niggas with co-signs, that shine, cause of who they fuck with Sons and daughters of artist that make cause of they fathers And whether they're good or not they gon' see B.E.T regardless But I never get discouraged, keep going, I go the hardest! Shit I'm just a kid from Flint tryna make it caught up in all this [Hook: Jon Connor] This what it feels like When its real life When the only way to survive is to kills mics (is to kill mics) So I kill mics (so I kill mics) [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Yeah yeah yeah yah yah Why would I write this? Knowing half these people in the game would not like this But they really don't like me anyway So when I say "it's looking like you niggas in the motherfucking crisis!" Cause I be spitting real and my voice is not high-pitched And I dont wear jeans that are tighter than a vice grip I like to wear jeans that I can pull-up over my dick Reconz, I got drive like I drive without a license Niggas on my dick and talking shit just like my side bitch I don't want alot I just wanted a shot I won't stop being hot whether you like it or not I'm too good to be true, too good to be you I'm too good for my own good And I will not end up back in the hood I'm tryna add it up Maybe I wasn't wack enough Or maybe my raps ain't bad enough Or maybe I ain't said swag enough But at the end of this, I'm the motherfuckin heir to the throne Ain't afraid to take a stand even if I'm standin alone, gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] To anyone who inquire I am here to inspire Thats why when I cypher its hot shit like I'm lighting a diaper I keep proving I got bars like im writing in rankers Circle with life is what eight to nine priors behind them Back in the day you do an album in a year you were straight Now you gotta drop a song every day to be great The niggas start falling off just tryna keep up the pace And in a sense it be values all the music we make So I guess, this is the part of the record when I direct us Cause I'mma tell you right now just how long you can expect this 'Till the world know my name, and everybody respect it Pull off, my strongest effort, I gotta make 'em accept it And when they do, just know exactly where my mind is Still making sure every rhyme is timeless A mixtape is a vehicle for each of my goals But my albums is a piece of my soul SO GET READY