Lyrics Champion of Life - Jon Connor

Champion of Life

Yeah season 2
Look, all I know is when I say Blue City Club!
(You know) Nine times out of ten
the response immediately following that is (oh shit)
They say they love it when I’m lyrical.
So here we go, when I spit it niggas
get spiritual Connor be spitting' miracle hymns
I give them gems more valuable than their limbs.
I be giving them hell like its
repercussion for sins
Dog I’m killing the game go home and study the film.
Niggas can’t fade me;
they can’t even give me a trim
I’m coming up, haters try to spoil cuz I got hot shit like I took the water
from the toilet and boiled it
See they so mad, my vocab, leave toe tags, on your tracks, you know that
I’m sharp, I feel like they hoe ass got they throats slashed, look
Friday the 13th massacre, hope I ain’t scare ya but I see the terror got your
face running mascara
The era I’m tryna usher in, go bring the barbera and ushers in, got tougher
skin that’s why niggas can’t fuck with him
Humble incase I stumble, don’t expect me to fall
You niggas don’t cut it;
allow me to sharpen my claws
Homie I am the future and the now of the game, Been through so much don’t even
say OW from the pain
Trying not to judge but I’m Simon Cowell in my brain, as to how,
some niggas got allowed in the game, but
That ain’t for me to decide, I’m tryin to carry on a legacy for which niggas
have died
And Ima make it happen with the people by my side, they say it’s lonely at the
top, but I’m ready for the climb cuz
Outro:
See I was staring out the window, watching the days pass by
Wondering exactly how long it’ll take me, now they saying it’s my time
I used to play the background music;
it never hurt to be quiet
And now you got your wins little buddy, jump off the ledge lets fly
(Connor):
Yo, I’ve been on my grind every minute every second
They say my time is coming now the minutes turn to seconds
I’m ready for war suited up and grab my weapon
Cuz my vocal cords hit them like a smith and Wesson
I came too far so there ain’t no going back
And all the while I was putting my city on the map
The pressure steady building but they know I ain’t gonna crack
Cuz I’m the chosen one and they know that for a fact
Bringin' that real shit back put your hands up, high.
(put 'em high,
put 'em high, put 'em high)