Priceless - Jon Connor

Now that’s exactly my point: none of this is real!

So brother, we’ve got to stay grounded in reality

Look;

sellin' out your brother, fall out with your mother

You just make a living gossipin' 'bout other mother fuckers

All you niggas messy like you run in puddles

All you niggas pussy, I can’t say it subtle

This the type of shit that make a hater humble

I’m made of the same sun I’m sittin' under

Shittin' thunder, blood of Harriet Tubman, nigga

I’m just out here diggin' tunnels

Niggas puppets, bitches fuckin' with the quickness

Any nigga who got season tickets see the thickness

All I see is trouble

I don’t care about your trophies…

Oh, you don’t want any?

It was wrong for me to take 'em in the first place!

Oh, it was, was it?

You took 'em nevertheless, didn’t ya?

Take it all!

I don’t want any of this shit!

You watch your language!

You go to hell!

Who you flexin' to?

Who sittin' next to you?

Yeah, I see the shit you tryna show me, homie

Slow down, where the rest of you?

I see through the vest, so while you wrestle with what’s testin' you

I gave back what you want, the worst of me is the best of you

I hope my aggression SOS’in you, these bitches you be dressin'

Sexin', puttin' on a pedestal, finessin' you

And it’s as though you are as an investment, more or less

Yeah, these hoes is more or less all I’m undressin'

Is the naked truth

Executin' every move, I’m petty-proof

I’m Freddy loose, a nightmare

I’m but Terry Crews, very true

Flint, Michigan, a couple miles away

From the cemetery where they buried Proof

Get buried for a pair of shoes

High as fuck, I need a parachute, on edibles, whoo

Word to, I’m just prepared, do I look scared to you?

The path I chose was terrible, unbearable, don’t follow me

I wouldn’t double-dare you to, you saw what I’m prepared to lose

Like sellin' out for camera views and manicures

And fuckin' stuck-up bitches with fake asses and a attitude

I had a few

The shit that you attracted to distractin' you

Ooh, I hope the news is gettin' through to whoever the fuck I’m rappin' to

Never fake, never fake

Tryna stay real to get to Heaven in the days

Where even the fuckin' reverend fake

Me and who I am to the core, it will never separate

No matter the position, the circumstances, or bread I make

How much you need, nigga?

How much you need, nigga, how much a ho—

How much a old-ass soul go for these days, nigga?

You tell me, nigga, 'cause I don’t know!

You know, there are still a lot of people out there

Who think that their morals and their pride are more important

To 'em than money.

Can you believe that?

No, I can’t believe it.

Because morals and pride, they can’t buy

You diamonds… sir

Virgil, you’re learnin' fast.

And all you people out there are

Gonna learn the same lesson that Virgil here has learned

That money can, and does, buy you anything or anybody

Like I said, everybody’s got a price