Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scriptures , by - Jon Connor. Release date: 25.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scriptures |
| I came in the game, like fuck these niggas, I ain’t got no friends, |
| I don’t want none either |
| I’m riding by myself, and I ain’t smoking on keisha |
| That boy hot than a motherfucker, spit fire, like I was smoking on ether |
| I’ve been spitting like this since I was a lil' nigga, fronting like I had hoes |
| with a turnt off beeper |
| I see a whole lot of fake shit, some niggas sayin' that I’m too real |
| If you was better than niggas that never got your profit, never stop, |
| how the fuck would you feel |
| This for my niggas in the basement, all my niggas in the garage |
| Thinking that this rap see this fake or a mirage |
| Oh I’mma act a ass, for my niggas shit, I’mma ask Nicki for a minaj |
| See I don’t just beat the odds, I eat the odds |
| Then shit on niggas, how you gon' sleep on me, tryin' to beat the mob |
| I make a silent sub |
| Out that pillow nigga hold up |
| I told you niggas it’s my motherfucking time bro |
| I told you niggas about fucking around with Jon ho |
| Y’all sweet, this a piece of cake, I’mma eat you better believe that |
| Real shit that’s what I spit, to the people cause I see they need that |
| Wack shit, get ate alive, my ego, y’all gon feed that |
| Flintstone with an old soul this the closest thing to get MC Breed back |
| Gone |
| I’m the realest and that’s all that I’mma ever be |
| But y’all don’t hear me though |
| Everyone got me praying for my enemies |
| But y’all don’t hear me though |
| Pray for my enemies, nigga pray for my enemies |
| But y’all don’t hear me though |
| Pray for my enemies, nigga pray for my enemies |
| But y’all don’t hear me though |
| Nigga don’t trip, that mean be cautious, the flow is sick cause I get nauseous |
| When I hear all this garbage, I’m scaring niggas in the office |
| People counting down cause my shit coming, hold me down cause my shit bumping |
| Industry can’t shut me up cause my mouth ain’t for no dick sucking |
| People love this shit I make, phony bitches that shit I hate |
| Phony bitches all in my face, better try they best to stay in my grace |
| Murder, murder trail of dead, bodies at my feet, kill it, weak shit |
| Got me catching bodies as we speak |
| Give me straight fuck nigga, I’ve been doing fine without y’all |
| Feeling like an outlaw, like I’m living by Pacs laws |
| Y’all will never catch me, giving a fuck about y’all |
| Haters I say fuck 'em, and anybody around y’all |
| This one more time, nigga testify |
| Nigga I’m the truth, all these hits don’t lie |
| Say I ain’t dope, nigga you so high |
| And they say I drop bombs, so the truth’s gon' fly |