Cold Wind Blows (Intro) lyrics

[Intro: Jon Connor & DJ Don Cannon]
The more people sleep on me, I exist
Hit the studio and make more sh*t (Cannon)
Instead of just getting p*ssed or quit
Or throw a fit I tell them all
Suck a di*k
I'm doing this for Michigan (The Cannon Michigan you ready?!)
I gotta win, Oh how I love you so (Hahaha)
My last mixtape was only two months ago
So now they see
Nobody can f*ck with me
So don't try to keep up with me

[Bridge: Jon Connor & DJ Don Cannon]
Yo Cannon lets do it (I'm ready, step back)
Yeah, if you listening to this right now
It must mean it's my motherf*cking birthday (Talk that sh*t)
Yeah and this is my gift to you (The Cannon)
Shoutout to [?] what's happening?
It's your n*gga J Free (Don Cannon)
Shout to [?]
All y'all let a monster let loose on the world (The Cannon)

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Am I insane or a genius? I think I live on the border
My brain is cluttered, my thoughts need to be sorted by hoarders
n*ggas on bullsh*t, word to the horn of a tourists
I torment the doorman, my buzzard's swarming without a warning (x2)
I deserve this, for all of this working
f*ck that, I deserve to see Kim Kardashian shirtless in person
Nowadays, I could f*ck two sl*ts, bust two nuts, and think about the days I used to lie and tell hoes I only needed two pumps
That too much? Well let me use that time to bring proof up
My sh*t is too dope I encourage you to shoot up
Wait where my pen? "Here I am"
This lyrical heroine
n*ggas shoot off at the mouth like they mouth was the barrel when
Hoes if you love me then, f*ck me then
While you weak n*ggas on the other end, f*cking with a chubby friend
My run will be the closest to Biggie, Pac, and Pun again
So when I rhyme I do this for each and everyone of them
I'm so sick and tired of this youtube sh*t
I fall off a ladder and get a million of youtube hits
So how the f*ck is that the way companies choose music?
That's just a way for them to sit on their ass and not do sh*t
That's why this sh*t don't improve
Because you so stuck on the views
Tell them to do what they do, they get on a stage and get boo'd
I will not be taking critique from a dude in a suit
Bombing on n*ggas get nuked
Stand in my way and then BOOM
My lines is limitless
Screaming "f*ck you n*ggas!" like a feminist
I figured that when I be feeling this feeling my pen will be ending your privileges
Cinema sh*t, n*ggas are actors, Imma just send you a script
But I'm from Flint
n*ggas will just shoot you
Hell yeah they'll send you a clip
Don't be a target or dead artist
Because in Flint, blood on the floor is the closest we'll ever get to a red carpet
Think you fly? But I see the nervousness
I'm causing turbulence when I murder sh*t
Hoes give me the cat like Eartha Kitt
From birth of this, beef get shredded up
Ain't letting up, headed up
"Yeah he a competitor, yup he get better and better"
That's word to my varsity letting y'all n*ggas be acting funny
No I don't rap for money but I'm going to be rich as f*ck
Because my mind stay attracted to money
That was a gem but if people trying to get paid
Because I stay dropping jewels more diamonds than Dallas Page
I'm gone
[Outro: Jon Connor & DJ Don Cannon]
That's how you start a motherf*cking mixtape! (You already know)
Best in the world!
The People's Rapper LP
For Michigan. My home sweet home
This is the People's Rapper
Cannon
All Varsity Music
We back
You wasn't expecting us so soon
I'm sorry, maybe I should've called first
Salute to Eminem (Cannon, step back)
Sign me