Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Priceless , by - Jon Connor. Release date: 12.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |