Power lyrics

[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 n*gga 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 n*ggas ain’t feeling me
Every one friend we got we probably got ten enemies
I was raised on Pulp Fiction
Where your b*tch friend could end up snake sh*t
Little n*ggas 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
sh*t, we lucky to see Detroit
We go to Cedar Point we think that we made it
Michigan, motherf*cker, Michigan, motherf*cker
About time that they finally let us in, motherf*cker
Big Sean, Royce da 5, Eminem, motherf*cker
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
sh*t, all I spread is love, but I still got n*ggas that hate me
n*ggas screaming f*ck me
While I’m still trying to f*ck with Chelsea Lately
Look n*gga, it’s Trick Trick, Doughboyz Cashout, D12
While you other motherf*ckers assed out
Do it for my n*ggas and the hoes with their ass out
f*ck these haters and I will f*ck a b*tch ‘til she pass out
Past the point of no return
My state got sh*tted 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 sh*t, my n*gga
What make you think I’m about to give this up?
I know you know I hear the hate, my n*gga
What make you n*ggas think I give a f*ck?
Shouts to Calicoe and Slum Village was on the same date
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I don’t know about you, but f*ck number 2, I wanna be number 1, n*gga
Y'all ain’t never seen nothing like me
Til the day I f*ck around and have a son, n*gga
Never waste no time with these bum n*ggas
Giving my all ‘til I’m done, n*gga
Here to make history, the flow of the century
That was one hell of a run, n*gga
Time to go, I got ya'll f*ck that
Seven more, I got ya'll f*ck that
I was taught to just go hard n*gga this 'Bron, Kobe and hot sauce
Haters can suck my di*k and get lockjaw
From Flint the sh*t will just pop off
Now I'm in the parking lot getting popped offed
By a bad b*tch 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 n*gga!

(Flint we here n*gga...Yeah, flint we here n*gga...)