8 Mile Road lyrics

[Intro: Jon Connor & (DJ Don Cannon)]
Yeah
The People's Rapper (That's right) That's all I could ever be
(All Varsity Music) This is how the f*ck I feel
Uh (Cannon, Conner)
They keep askin me, "Connor why you keep on putting out so much music?"
'Cause the more I sh*t on the game the more they try to refuse it
I drop whenever I want 'cause I got the talent to do it
I'ma prove it you f*cking doofus, keep thinking I'ma lose it
They keep askin me, "Connor why you keep on putting out so much music?"
'Cause the more I sh*t on the game the more they try to refuse it
I drop whenever I want 'cause I got the talent to do it
I'ma prove it you f*cking doofus, keep thinking I'ma lose it
They keep askin me, "Connor why you keep on putting out so much music?"
'Cause the more I sh*t on the game the more they try to refuse it
I drop whenever I want 'cause I got the talent to do it
I'ma prove it you f*cking doofus, keep thinking I'ma lose it

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
This the criteria when you feel like people ain't hearing ya
Mixtape every two months, "Goddamn is this n*gga serious?" Yeah
'Cause now I feel like they backed me into a corner
They keep tryna f*ck me, feel like they backed me into a porno
Peep it, you motherf*ckers ain't blind, I know you see it
Why I go so hard, look what I gotta compete with
Whack n*ggas with deals with multi-millionaire dollar budgets
n*ggas with co-signs that shine 'cause of who they f*ck with
Sons and daughters of artist that make it 'cause of they fathers
And whether they're good or not they gon' see B.E.T regardless
But I never get discouraged, keep going, I go the hardest
sh*t, I'm just a kid from Flint tryna make it, caught up in all this
Damn

[Chorus: Jon Connor]
This what it feel like when it's real life
When the only way to survive is to kill mics
(Is to kill mics) So I kill mics
(So I kill mics) Yeah yeah, yeah, yah, yo

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
Why would I write this?
Knowing half these people in the game would not like this
But they really don't like me anyway so what I say
"It's looking like you n*ggas in the motherf*cking crisis!"
'Cause I be spitting real and my voice is not high-pitched
And I don't wear jeans that are tighter than a vice grip
I like to wear jeans that I can pull-up over my di*k
Reckless, I got drive like I drive without a license
n*ggas on my di*k and talking sh*t just like my side b*tch
I don't want a lot, I just wanted a shot
I won't stop being hot, whether you like it or not
I'm too good to be true, too good to be you, I'm too good for my own good
And I will not end up back in the hood
I'm tryna add it up, maybe I wasn't wack enough
Or maybe my raps ain't bad enough, or maybe I ain't said swag enough
But at the end of this, I'm the motherf*ckin heir to the throne
Ain't afraid to take a stand even if I'm standing alone, gone
[Chorus: Jon Connor]
This what it feel like when it's real life
When the only way to survive is to kill mics
(Is to kill mics) So I kill mics
(So I kill mics) Uh huh, look

[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
To anyone who inquire I am here to inspire
That's why when I cypher it's hot sh*t like I'm lighting a diaper
I keep proving I got bars like I’m writing in Rikers
Circle with life is what eight to nine priors behind them
Back in the day, you do an album in a year you were straight
Now you gotta drop a song every day to be great
Then n*ggas start falling off just tryna keep up the pace
And in a sense it devalues all the music we make
So I guess, this is the part of the record where I get reckless
'Cause I'ma tell you right now just how long you can expect this
Till the world know my name, and everybody respect it
Pull forth my strongest effort, I gotta make 'em accept it
And when they do, just know exactly where my mind is
Still making sure every rhyme is timeless
A mixtape is a vehicle for reaching my goal
But my album's is a piece of my soul, just get ready