Kick In The Door

[Intro: DJ Khaled and Jon Connor] [DJ Khaled] Classic shit! (Biggie) Jon Connor! Kick in the door (Biggie) You know what it is! [Jon Connor] Why like... Why Connor season nigga? Why put out this shit? Thats cause i give a fuck man The People's Rapper I give a fuck about what i do You feel me? [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Till' the day that they bury Jon I'm probably run marathons Round rappers that's barely average Its scary I'm really wrong Yeah, I'm feeling myself You can tell he got hairy palms Hits that I never miss They compare me to Barry Bonds Scream "fuck you!" Then carry on I barely take carry-on's Got bitches in every city A gift from the fairy God I ain't kissing this bitches They better off kiss frogs Remember they used to starve now i'm fucking them in a stall I'll make you moves like I made the rules Nigga stay confused Question what i do And I thought you just [?] [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Oh it ain't a act What the fuck I supposed to say to that? If Flint haters smacked Then make them take it back Or take a nap Real niggas, real niggas, real niggas I'm from a city with real killers That will kill ya' Look: And I don't brag about the murder rate Cause that'd hurt my state Michigan need me, So this verse'll be my murder case I burn the place, you don't believe Oh you gon' learn today, haters turn to fake Now they making the Pee-Wee Herman face Fuck you if you with them, what I'm gon' do with them? I feel like Terrio, I feel like "oooh kill them" I feel like you bitches wear it if the shoe fit it Only thing on my mind is money and a new fitted [Verse 3: Jon Connor] I never ask a bitch whose is it? Cause they be quick to say 'you' But on the low be fuckin' two niggas See I remind you of the golden age How I can go for days My lyrics slow to age Im dope i spit that dro and haze And I control the stage, you misread me Nigga you don't even know my pay I hate a hater like they owned a slave They say I'm on my way I feel like I'm already home Been ready since the sensational sherry and i was barely grown Talking about the future of music and how I would do it Wanted to prove it and make the Judas look stupid You know my tape was the hottest shit out Even if you skimed through it Yeah I love his game And the game love' me like i'm kin to it No, I don't run out, I outrun niggas Until they outdone Till the point you don't question the outcome Hell of a bout son But this lines make you knocking out fun After this Connor season I see it, just watch the drought come What? Just give me [?] [Outro: Jon Connor] Another one, salute from Michigan