Ones (Strip Club Crush) - Jon Connor

Guess who’s back, it ain’t a fuckin' question

They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend

Fuck what you heard it’s murda, murda, you gon' need protection

Some niggas blinded, couldn’t see, so look for me to come and give direction

Who hold the crown, it ain’t no conversation

I’m being modest should be silent

Unless you payin' homage, remain the hottest

Niggas can’t stop us, that’s just being honest

And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department

Don’t get me started, don’t compare me to the newest, nigga

For everyone of you, there’s a hundred more and I’ve watched them come and go

My track record ain’t coincidental

And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals

Tell me, fuck what would ya’ll do without me

Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me

I’m like I leave your fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope

Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope

Now watch 'em all go up in smoke

I came here to raise hell, I can’t lie

One shot, one kill, it’s real, I ain’t hidin'

You on’t shoot one shot if you ain’t ready to die

And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire

Cause you don’t want it, I have you like aye aye

Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try

Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise

You are now not in the presence of nice guys

Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut

And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up

You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck

I told my city «Hold me down», now look how high they hold me up

I’m Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss

Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that’s a muthafuckin' rush

Still in highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush

So no questions, it’s no panties in a muthafuckin' must

It’s the peoples rapper, I ain’t no rapper

I’m the rapture on the mornin' after

You lackin' passion, you ain’t bad, you just a wack distraction

I can’t relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony Braxton

Where your sisters at?

Let’s get it crackin'

Look, I was young, I was broke

Had no hope, so I wrote, that’s how I cope

I went hard with no results

New approach, same truth

Just get ready, aim, shoot then get bing, bang, woof

So they better bring troops because

I came here to raise hell, I can’t lie

One shot, one kill, it’s real, I ain’t hidin'

You on’t shoot one shot if you ain’t ready to die

And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire

Cause you don’t want it, I have you like aye aye

Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try

I had weak shit, we’ll never slide, I despise

You are now not in the presence of nice guys