Power

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] When quitting ain't an option and losing ain't a thought When you ain't conscious of your passion cause you don't ever turn it off When your mom's still in the hood and everyday that's what reminds you It ain't just about you, you got a whole city behind you Look at the spot they got me in You ain't like where I'm going, come stop me then If it wasn't my destiny I’m from Flint, then a nigga would have been had shot me then And Flint is not a possibility Said one in a million is probably the probability Look where I’m from, you niggas ain’t feeling me Every one friend we got we probably got ten enemies I was raised on Pulp Fiction Where your bitch friend could end up snake shit Little niggas hug the block before school Yeah, we call that working that day shift Got four cousins all in probation My family ain’t take no vacations Shit, we lucky to see Detroit We go to Cedar Point we think that we made it Michigan, motherfucker, Michigan, motherfucker About time that they finally let us in, motherfucker Big Sean, Royce da 5, Eminem, motherfucker J-Dilla, MC Breed, back again It got me getting high lately, wondering when the Lord gon' take me God said he gon' fix my problems so nothing in this world gon' break me Shit, all I spread is love, but I still got niggas that hate me Niggas screaming fuck me While I’m still trying to fuck with Chelsea Lately Look nigga, it’s Trick Trick, Doughboyz Cashout, D12 While you other motherfuckers assed out Do it for my niggas and the hoes with their ass out Fuck these haters and I will fuck a bitch ‘til she pass out Past the point of no return My state got shitted on, y'all moved on with no concern Turned into rage, they made me wait my turn Fire in my eyes, the world about to burn I ain’t never had shit, my nigga What make you think I’m about to give this up? I know you know I hear the hate, my nigga What make you niggas think I give a fuck? Shouts to Calicoe and Slum Village was on the same date [?] I don’t know about you, but fuck number 2, I wanna be number 1, nigga Y'all ain’t never seen nothing like me Til the day I fuck around and have a son, nigga Never waste no time with these bum niggas Giving my all ‘til I’m done, nigga Here to make history, the flow of the century That was one hell of a run, nigga Time to go, I got ya'll fuck that Seven more, I got ya'll fuck that I was taught to just go hard nigga this 'Bron, Kobe and hot sauce Haters can suck my dick and get lockjaw From Flint the shit will just pop off Now I'm in the parking lot getting popped offed By a bad bitch with the top off [Refrain: Jon Connor] Now this'll be a beautiful death (I'm jumping out the window) [Outro] Salute out to Kanye West, the whole chi town, the whole mid-west Shouts to my home Michigan Ayo, if there was anybody I forgot to shout out in that verse Blame my mind and not my heart Y'all know I does it for y'all, it's The People's Rapper We back again right? A'int nothin' gonna stop us Best in the World! Prove me wrong nigga! (Flint we here nigga...Yeah, flint we here nigga...)