Champion of Life - Jon Connor

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)