Jon the Con (story time)
Yall gonna like this one no doubt just stick wit me the deal is i made a big mistake so lets hear it, i got a dirty slate and I'm tryna clear it. Im doing this time, For all my crimes, Thats why im rhyming, Even tho I say im fine, Im really lying, Wanna let it out but theres no room for crying, I've crossed that line, Now life isnt mine, I wanna go back, Hit the sack,Touch a rack, Make this a track, But im done for, No more tours, Lot more chores, No more whores, Lot more remorse, Its all cold floors, Call that hard core, I feel beat, No need to repeat, You heard me clearly, This my last rap, No more crap, Im feeling trapped in this cell,...Oh fucking well ............. Fuck that weak shit, I keep spitting, This flow hitting, Even if u can't relate, You gonna remember this day, That i confidently say, Im earning rep wheres my pay, With this flow i be slayin, Inside this cell im staying, Im needing to pray, I dont even know what to say, God what would u do, This ain't cool, Lookin like a fool, Pain gaining in the painting, Lot on my mind so im failing, Im stalkin the gaurd login, I got that locked in, Feel like Steven hawking,untill the gaurd walked in I socked him and rocked em, This my last chance to leave, So i flea with his key, Free im soon to be..... Now im out no doubt, They scout my every route, Time to think outside the shell, Im thinking how well the smell is out the cell, theres a tan sedan left running, Im so hyped hearts overrunning, Like this car when i get to gunning, With this ill be gone by dawn, Now I'm looking for my next resting station, My mind be racing while im pacing, I feel so fuckin helpless, Losing oxygen feeling breathless, I cant believe i didn't make a plan, I kinda got up and just ran, Now i realize it was dumb to just leave, They gonna find me at this rate, Im just sitting bait on a plate, I hate hearing sirens over the horizon, Now my fright is heightenin, I feel trapped lnside this den im in, I pray to god "let me be free" then said amen, Just then is when they busted through the door, Only thing i hear is "drop any weapon u have and lay on the floor", I decided hes right, Why even put up a fight, Thats still the best 2 days of this sentence, Thats why i didnt feel the need to bleed, I wanted to stay existin, That's why i went down without resistance Im far from normal but figured id end this correct and formal, My names big jon im still a con, This is a story of how i tried to escape, Im stuck in the penetentiary to this day, My days coming to an end..so i just pray amen..ππ―π₯
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Yall gonna like this one no doubt just stick wit me the deal is i made a big mistake so lets hear it, i got a dirty slate and I'm tryna clear it. Im doing this time, For all my crimes, Thats why im rhyming, Even tho I say im fine, Im really lying, Wanna let it out but theres no room for crying, I've crossed that line, Now life isnt mine, I wanna go back, Hit the sack,Touch a rack, Make this a track, But im done for, No more tours, Lot more chores, No more whores, Lot more remorse, Its all cold floors, Call that hard core, I feel beat, No need to repeat, You heard me clearly, This my last rap, No more crap, Im feeling trapped in this cell,...Oh fucking well ............. Fuck that weak shit, I keep spitting, This flow hitting, Even if u can't relate, You gonna remember this day, That i confidently say, Im earning rep wheres my pay, With this flow i be slayin, Inside this cell im staying, Im needing to pray, I dont even know what to say, God what would u do, This ain't cool, Lookin like a fool, Pain gaining in the painting, Lot on my mind so im failing, Im stalkin the gaurd login, I got that locked in, Feel like Steven hawking,untill the gaurd walked in I socked him and rocked em, This my last chance to leave, So i flea with his key, Free im soon to be..... Now im out no doubt, They scout my every route, Time to think outside the shell, Im thinking how well the smell is out the cell, theres a tan sedan left running, Im so hyped hearts overrunning, Like this car when i get to gunning, With this ill be gone by dawn, Now I'm looking for my next resting station, My mind be racing while im pacing, I feel so fuckin helpless, Losing oxygen feeling breathless, I cant believe i didn't make a plan, I kinda got up and just ran, Now i realize it was dumb to just leave, They gonna find me at this rate, Im just sitting bait on a plate, I hate hearing sirens over the horizon, Now my fright is heightenin, I feel trapped lnside this den im in, I pray to god "let me be free" then said amen, Just then is when they busted through the door, Only thing i hear is "drop any weapon u have and lay on the floor", I decided hes right, Why even put up a fight, Thats still the best 2 days of this sentence, Thats why i didnt feel the need to bleed, I wanted to stay existin, That's why i went down without resistance Im far from normal but figured id end this correct and formal, My names big jon im still a con, This is a story of how i tried to escape, Im stuck in the penetentiary to this day, My days coming to an end..so i just pray amen..ππ―π₯
leave that jail shit behind u bro I have to forreal too bro that shit will paralyze u. keep grinding hmu if u wanna Collab
feel your lyrics homeboy. decent bruh. DjWizKid
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