John MC - Intro/Info/into Lyrics

This aint a intro
This this the info
What you about to play
Is a look into my brain
See me and you are not the same
I got a message for these doubters thats why we wanted to take it slow
If your an A&R jump right to track 3 if your a nigga with an AR jump to track 2
And if your a person into the A&R... the Arts and Rec... stay right the f*ck here...
Ive got a burden to seek
I put the MC up in my name
Still just being me
Just being me
That is the theme
Wave hey to all the haters
If you thought this was a hobby
With this music
F*ck off cuz ur stupid
If you said he aint he got cred
He to move them units
F*ck off cuz ur stupid
If you ever thought he aint got talent
With the movement
F*ck off cuz your stupid
If you thinking he aint got the look
No He cannot do it
F*ck off cuz your stupid
I dont like his name
I dont like his lane
I dont like his drip
I dont like his frame
I dont like your brain
I dont mind opinions
I can take the blame
Some dont like the games
Sun dont mind the shade
I look up and i thabk the heavens
Me and they are not the same
From out the Mass
Bring the sermon
Herd They hungry
We finna serve em
If they aint heard the words
Then curve em
Verses berserk
Observe em
Worth in the work
Disturbing
Its curtains
For yall subverting
Im certain
Im Skrt Skrttin
I found the gifts in my curses
I got bags when i coulda snatched purses
But the hurting from the real
Lead to learning
Now i got heavy nerves of steel
And a purpose
Shit is deeper than the surface
And im really tryna get into the game
Where they show no love
Where they kill for dubs
Where they live for s ubs
Where they pay this scrubs
Where they fame these bums
Where you sick with them puns
You aint get no pub
They say real shit done
But i aint gon run
When the challenge comes
Imma call that fun
Sucka
I take a step closer every day
Never took a half one
Im not for playing the play
Bills all paid
Mills all saved
God on pray
But my gods gone away
So my gods all me
What a burden to seek
Put the world up on my shoulders
Take a sip from the seas
Put MC in my name
Still im just being me
F*ck what they expect
This is my canvas
Watch a nigga take advange
Giving yall the food for thought
Forgetting all my table manners
John
Check all the box with it
Fresh out the box wit spit
Shine on the lost with it
Talks of the boss it
Lines imma cross with it
Yall get exhausted with
Bars imma toss in this
Notes imma floss with this
Swinging both your arms to it
I been so lost where the
Flips were the cost to live
Papers i sparked and lit
Bongs i ripped
With a metaphor for all this shit
Hidden in a 16 for constant spins
Imma wear my crown crooked
Minute i cop the bitch
Yo Jig! Yo Anthem!
Think imma wear my crown crooked the minute i cop the bitch?
F*ck off cuz your stupid
Cuz they stupid