We All In - Jon Connor

I’m the last of a extinct breed

I came from nothing, where ain’t no future in fronting

Nigga, respect Breed

Now through these lyrics I’mma take you through a place

Where every day is a fight to survive and stay alive

Could put this shit on pay-per-view

Could never cater to a hater’s view

Cause in your face a nigga’s smiling

You walk away and he hating you

I’m hater-proof, you can’t imagine what I seen in store

Keep acting, my city raw;

you ever seen a scene from Saw?

That’s how it play out -- you niggas is Pee-wee's Playhouse

Thinking the hood is cool;

we trying to get out and stay out

Cause when the war break out, you niggas’ll Harlem Shake out

Flint niggas sitting in front of your crib like a stakeout

It’s, more than music, this life, I get enthusiastic

I just became used to it and tried to use my influence

To make the hood wake up from yellow tape and wakes

We got no time to make up, but it’s never too late

It’s a war 'round here, it’s getting real for my real niggas

Look in that man’s eyes, see who on the battlefield with ya

Look to yourself when nobody else real with ya

And stay true to your folks, when you down they gon' be still with ya

We gotta get, get, get it, we all in

So we take, take, take it, we all in

Gotta get, get, get it, we all in

So we take, take, take it, we all in

Look, I’m from where bitches never satisfied, kids got the saddest eyes

Cause mom still a kid inside, and their hopes for a dad expired

I know the story of hopeless and homeless broken

And you can only be open with teachers and (?)

That’s best scenario, but other than that

There ain’t nowhere to go but in the room and turning up the stereo

Y’all ready for that real shit again, ain’t you?

Well this’s as real as it is and you can hear it, can’t you?

We grind hard just to grind harder, tryna be ballers

Either vent for Shawn Carter.

Who we?

A part of this

A new beginning or the same ending without change

We gon' recycle the same conditions, now pay attention

No blood on my hands, if you get in the spot

If you feeling what I’m saying then y’all should put 'em high

High, for the world and peace, to the drama

It’s a war 'round here and Osama can’t crack my armor

So who ride and who getting it with me?

Then get em up

You ain’t doing, you talking about it, that ain’t enough

I’m pushing the envelope nigga, fuck a nudge

I’m focused on getting up, who fucking with me?

You fucking up

I’m tired of seeing niggas that beef over bitches tied

Or women that’s beefing over these ain’t-shit niggas, ha

The preachers, preachers say that it’s all about unity

Usually these niggas live better than half the community

Holla, how you gon' be the one that I’m 'posed to follow

'Posed to be all 'bout the people but really all 'bout the dollar

Look I’m, tired of racism, ain’t nothing but hating

I’mma preach it to y’all, 'till y’all done brought out the medicine

Girls getting called out they name, and getting mad by it

But niggas wouldn’t call you a ho, if you ain’t act like it

Look, I’m just hoping these words reach you

The People’s Rapper still doing it for the people