Unconscious State - Jon Connor

Look.

I been through hell

Theres more to come

Thats how the cookie crumbles

Gimme my crumbs

These niggas ain’t real

These ho’s ain’t nuns

So I don’t trust ner mofuking one

I’ma kill this shit

Gimme my gun

Chases my dreams

Gimme my rum

For all the real shit that be coming off my tongue

Ain’t no limit to the stress make a nigga say uhhh

Money in the bank

Friends don’t exist

Hoping y’all dont forget to put me on the list

All the money in the world don’t make a nigga rich

Cause even when you broke there’s shit that money can’t fix

And that make you wanna holla when a dolla

Ain’t the solution to solving your problems

See I’m an addict and the world is what I fiend for

Cause even when I don’t need more

I keep saying I need more

I just spit it got rejected

It’ll defeat you if you let it

Niggas hating on my mothafucking method

Niggas wouldn’t gimme credit

But they got respect it and accept it

Cause it seem like I’m the only nigga putting forth the effort

I got a double life, and I try to keep em separate

Mama took me to the reverend ask for him to give me blessings

Now I’m at the tele ready to check it

And ima fuck her if she naked goddamn tell me I don’t need direction

Go on

I keep saying I need more even when I don’t need more

I keep saying I need more