Buss Ya Mic

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] My lane is money, no reason for me to switch it up Niggas suck, so shit ain't no reason for me to give a fuck Last man standing, I’m watching these niggas falling off Better call it off, cause you lost, you soft as a ball of cloth Never fake or pretending, [I'm thinnin'?] committed to winning from beginning to ending Ain’t breakin' or bendin' I never surrender or quit shit I won't stop till I'm finished Handle my business just like I handle my bitches Fuck [pain?] Who run the game? This ain't a tough call I been to hell and back, lived to tell it, still holding my nuts [?] And through all this, I remain flawless Ain't 'bout the talkin’ no other option, cause Imma get mine regardless [?] [?] best in the world [?] So hope you’re listening, run back that shit again [?] full effect, one time for [?] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Since I was two, I used to get scars when I play Since I was four, I used to put bars on display [?] rap and crime, y'all know the game When it’s hot, I hide till my stars go away Then I'm back on the map, looking for the next [?] [?] from the next [?] [?] shooters probably a fresh auti on another nigga's account [?] Last place, I'm willing to take the threats lightly [?] breaking necks slightly [?] in my life, shit was [?] Summer time ice tea [?] [?] shysty [?] pay advice fee Big boss, them iron shoe [?] [?] [Verse 3: Dave East] First dropped the [?] in the pot Baking soda, hit it with the ice, turned it to a rock Mama told me, you either gon get it, or you not Sweating when it’s cold out, nigga I'm getting hot From the bottom of the bucket, they mentality is crabs [?] same clothes from [?] Wouldn't touch me, now she blow me like a bagpipe [?] everything is half price Man of respect, I need a check [?] them niggas on deck [?] live by the G code [?] niggas get nervous [?] [?] custom made, taylor fitted [?] laughing at [?] That little gun, my energy like bishep And they see me sippin, and they skip the business