Lyrics
[Intro: Devlin (Johnny 3 Tears)
John Connor, prophesied leader of the resistance
Yo Connor, let me talk to these fools
Yo man, I heard you working a part-time job
Thinking you can rap, you flipping burgers and shit
This is our life, this is what we do 24/7 (Aight)
Besides fucking your bitch
I cut class on that ass if you testing my patience
**** say they run shit, they trippin' on they own laces
I'm so fly, let's get high, you fucking up the rotation
Real recognize real in any given location
Yeah, the flow is so dope, just going right to they nose
Yeah, this that JorDon Diego, I told 'em I was gon' blow
I'm dropping classics while you motherfuckers dropping the soap
Same **** was hatin' tryna slap five at the show
I'm at the show packed to the back, wall to wall
You looking for that real shit, then I'm the **** to call
**** long distance hating, keep they mouth on my balls
I'm from where **** get to clapping like a round of applause
I got a knack for this rap shit, don't you know?
If I'd have listened to you haters then we both would be broke
So what type of sense that make? You just provoking me more
I got a room and some condoms and I hope that she know
It's going down
Midnight Society, A-Squad, Blue City Club in this bitch
While y'all motherfuckers leaving your t-shirts on at pool parties
We in the bat cave making hits, it's what we do
Jon Connor, let's go
Lear jets was a dream of mine
My dad was a motherfucker back in '85
Literally that's how I got here, I'm one of a kind
And the fly is the city in which I reside
I'm in the hood fantasizing, money, Bentleys and Rollies
I'm in the hood surrounded by dealers, killers, parolies
Young **** get harassed by the police patrolling
Killings going down but they fucking with me and my homies
Now I'm just minding my business, tryna fuck with some women
I see red and blue lights flashing while I was chilling
Couple **** with me got cases and some of 'em pending
Couple of 'em got weapons on 'em that they concealing
Average day in the city, you could get fucked on the humbug
Your **** into foul shit, now you on the run run
Statistics steady rising, we try not to become one
Flint as real as it gets and that's why they love us, damn
Yo, let me break this down
We're like Bayside High, y'all motherfuckers like Valley
Valley! Y'all motherfuckers look like Mr. Tuttle and shit
Let me explain this shit to you, you preppy ass bitch
I don't quit, I'm on my shit
I'm gon' win, **** hate that though
Y'all gon' learn, wait your turn, anything I say, I make it so
I just hit this chick, she told me
She got a man but he ain't gon' know
Oh, you mad? Shit, my bad, don't hate me, ****, hate your ho
We both rap but it ain't the same, y'all **** spit that average flow
I make hits and I ain't gon' miss, how 'bout you check my average, ho?
Yes, I am that **** in the spot with Jay, Rick, Sav and Moe
Hazard acid flow, I go where all the fattest asses go
Killing every track like a pro, watch me execute it
Y'all ain't got no hope, the flow is dope, they feeling extra zooted
Think you know, you have no idea what I got in store
Disappointing you rappers like them J's that they ain't got in store
All Varsity, Blue City Club, the world's greatest music
Put them two fingers and salute us when you see the movement
I'm killing shit whether I write it, rap it, produce it
Yeah, our time is now, motherfucker, watch me as I prove it
I am the real slacker
Midnight Society, Jay holla
We the cool kids at prom
We're the ones dancing with your chick
Finger banging her in the hallway
She's giving us an HJ in the locker room
And you the kid sitting down
Like damn, I don't think I'm gonna get laid tonight
We Eiffel Tower in that bitch
While you sitting there like
Man, I hope she wants to dance with me
We too busy
We're sixty-nine-ing her
Yeah, Connor, Salvation
