Lyrics Priceless - Jon Connor

Priceless

Now that’s exactly my point: none of this is real!
So brother, we’ve got to stay grounded in reality
Look;
sellin' out your brother, fall out with your mother
You just make a living gossipin' 'bout other mother fuckers
All you niggas messy like you run in puddles
All you niggas pussy, I can’t say it subtle
This the type of shit that make a hater humble
I’m made of the same sun I’m sittin' under
Shittin' thunder, blood of Harriet Tubman, nigga
I’m just out here diggin' tunnels
Niggas puppets, bitches fuckin' with the quickness
Any nigga who got season tickets see the thickness
All I see is trouble
I don’t care about your trophies…
Oh, you don’t want any?
It was wrong for me to take 'em in the first place!
Oh, it was, was it?
You took 'em nevertheless, didn’t ya?
Take it all!
I don’t want any of this shit!
You watch your language!
You go to hell!
Who you flexin' to?
Who sittin' next to you?
Yeah, I see the shit you tryna show me, homie
Slow down, where the rest of you?
I see through the vest, so while you wrestle with what’s testin' you
I gave back what you want, the worst of me is the best of you
I hope my aggression SOS’in you, these bitches you be dressin'
Sexin', puttin' on a pedestal, finessin' you
And it’s as though you are as an investment, more or less
Yeah, these hoes is more or less all I’m undressin'
Is the naked truth
Executin' every move, I’m petty-proof
I’m Freddy loose, a nightmare
I’m but Terry Crews, very true
Flint, Michigan, a couple miles away
From the cemetery where they buried Proof
Get buried for a pair of shoes
High as fuck, I need a parachute, on edibles, whoo
Word to, I’m just prepared, do I look scared to you?
The path I chose was terrible, unbearable, don’t follow me
I wouldn’t double-dare you to, you saw what I’m prepared to lose
Like sellin' out for camera views and manicures
And fuckin' stuck-up bitches with fake asses and a attitude
I had a few
The shit that you attracted to distractin' you
Ooh, I hope the news is gettin' through to whoever the fuck I’m rappin' to
Never fake, never fake
Tryna stay real to get to Heaven in the days
Where even the fuckin' reverend fake
Me and who I am to the core, it will never separate
No matter the position, the circumstances, or bread I make
How much you need, nigga?
How much you need, nigga, how much a ho—
How much a old-ass soul go for these days, nigga?
You tell me, nigga, 'cause I don’t know!
You know, there are still a lot of people out there
Who think that their morals and their pride are more important
To 'em than money.
Can you believe that?
No, I can’t believe it.
Because morals and pride, they can’t buy
You diamonds… sir
Virgil, you’re learnin' fast.
And all you people out there are
Gonna learn the same lesson that Virgil here has learned
That money can, and does, buy you anything or anybody
Like I said, everybody’s got a price