[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
First we talked about the %#@! I miss the most 'bout the game
When every joint on radio ain't sound exactly the same

They tell you be original and go create your own lane
Then they say sound like somebody else for my %#@! to get played
Tell me this; who hire these people that make these decisions?

Cuz to me it's common sense that this is just bad business
Cuz if that guy failed, and this guy failed
Why don't you sign somebody that sounds just like him and expect him to sell?

Maybe that's because these mother$#&@ers just don't care
And I do - and that's why they say that I'm so rare
That's why me and my crew keep gettin' swept under the carpet

Cuz when we blow, we gon' expose so many artists
$#&@ the world, here I come and you gon' swallow my style
This good rap - I know, you ain't heard this %#@! in a while

You needed that real %#@!, I hope you listenin' now
I make certified hits, you ain't pitchin' a foul


[Hook: Jon Connor]
This for my people keep them hands high (high)
That real %#@! is what they need and

I do it for a reason
They got they mother$#&@in' hands high (high)
That fake %#@! is barely breathin'

I do it for the Midwest (c'mon)
Southside (c'mon), Eastside (c'mon), Westside (c'mon)
I tell them mother$#&@ers Midwest (c'mon)

Southside (c'mon), Eastside (c'mon), Westside (c'mon)

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]

Is this what we come to?
I feel like all you ^!$$%s sat in one room
And said "Look, this is what we gon' do

"whoever write a verse quick, come up with the worst %#@!
That'll be the template for what we all work with
We'll use this verse and do different variations

Give it to every station make 'em play it til you hate it
Matter fact - these %#@!s will be in illest rotation
That way you won't really have to know how to rap to make it

Play this %#@! so much the people'll hate it til they love it
It's the only %#@! we'll play so the people'll say "$#&@ it"
Let's have a competition called Who's %#@! Can Be The Dumbest?

Let's see who can make the most money sayin' absolutely nothin'"
Make disposable rappers with disposable songs
That way, when they fall off you won't even notice they gone

"Oh well, so long, nice to meet you, life goes on"
They just replace 'em with the next one who dyin' to get on


[Hook: Jon Connor]

[Verse 3: Jon Connor]

I want labels baffled like "how we let this guy get away?"
Like imagine all them mother$#&@ers that passed on Jay
Or the labels that heard Jesus Walks and passed on 'Ye

I bet they still kickin' they self in they $$# to this day
Or think about the folks who ain't see the future in Wayne
They turned around and he became the top dawg in the game

Don't worry cuz I'mma make 'em feel exactly the same
Jon Connor mother$#&@er - remember the name
Right now, these labels like me, I need 'em to love me

I ain't money hungry but I can't just let y'all $#&@ me
So I'mma keep provin' why all these ^!$$%s can't touch me
I ain't slowin' down no, it's 'bout to get ugly

So I think it's prolly time for all of y'all to regroup
I'm independent on my %#@! I ain't got %#@! to recoup
Do what the $#&@ I wanna do, nobody to answer to

I $#&@in' love my situation ^!$$%, what about you?

[Hook: Jon Connor]