Dubby Lyrics - While You Were Sleeping - Jon Connor

One of the realist to ever spit it 

Bout to lose it but I'm still winning 

Niggas say fuck me, they can't touch me 

But they still feel it 

Im feeling great as i watch these people be fake 

If you ain't know me when i was broke 

I don't know you now that I'm strait 

Strait? 

Strait up, my weight up 

I run shit, can't wait up 

It's fuck y'all, then break up 

My head strong, nigga shape up 

So what you get outta all that hating you lil pussy boy? 

Im so close to the edge, I'm beggin' y'all to push me boy 

They got these rappers gassed 

My tank on fucking empty 

They probably want me gone 

But the people keep fucking with me 

I know they want me out 

But in that i find comfort 

I ride for the cause, every track I'm burning rubber 

They say: I'm tired of Connor saying how niggas whack 

Shit I'm tired of saying it to 

The sad part is it's fact 

So why don't you tweet your favorite rapper 

And tell him learn how to rap 

So i can change my subject matter 

Till then, love it or change the track 

Beyoch! 

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Y'all got to deal with me 

The people will feel me 

The people still with me 

I got'em - I got'em 

The realist shit is what the really want 

I got'em - No problem 

So just know where go they follow 

Im the best in the world 

When niggas gone say that? 

Nigga should've knew that when they heard play back 

Niggas hit Sav like: how you ok that? 

Told me ko that, RKO that 

I get a whole lotta head like the ho got no neck 

Walk tight ropes with no net 

In other words i don't plan on falling 

I'm bout to fuck'em up cause I'm focused 

Time to raid for all you cock roaches 

Y'all are on my cock open 

Wide, cause my drive in four wheel drive 

I can't let you slide 

When i say I'm the truth man i just being honest 

I'm a kill this shit 

Thats a threat and a promise 

Murder each verse and here's my accomplice 

Y'all make way for my nigga Mick Wallace 

Gone! 

Photos 

Make way for the wildebeest 

Y'all finna get trampled 

Move to the side let him through 

Cause don't nobody really want to be in the way 

When the stampede stomp holes in the game feel the hooves? 

This that truth 

Everybody looking for 

Hunger in the belly industry is looking edible 

Turn green for the green 

Call me incredible 

Choke 'em till they blue and now they want to holler let'em go? 

No i won't 

Told 'em i don't play those games 

When i say i kill mic's I'm serious 

Spit it with a vision, I'm a show you the ambition of a rider 

Who's drive is fast and furious 

Pedal to the floor 

Mick go vroom, I see y'all still spinning y'all wheels 

Who the hell say they do it better than the dude? 

Real talk, y'all tripping like broke heels 

That's my word 

Anybody want to throw flex at the squad 

Then the god got bombs in palm 

And the arm so strong 

Napalm when i bomb 

They gone bring world war three on 

This that part, where i yell GETEM 

Evident its relevant you see just how i did 'em 

Body bag a rapper and whoever coming with him 

Im a hock a loogie when they want to hear me spit 'em 

(spit sound) 

Mick so nasty, but still in time to clean y'all clock 

Stay on offense keep making these hits 

Till Muhammad and Mohammad call and tell me stop 

And at the end of my career 

Y'all will give praise for what i did here 

This that proof i deliver 

Make 'em feel it in they liver 

Who you know do it like this here? 

Talk to me now!