Lirik Lagu Come Come (Feat. Rokamouth, Dirty Sanchez & Jakk The Rhymer) - Pro Era
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Yo the first born son was a burnt lit starCertain sounds could just touch my heartWorking hard, and my team still starveOutchea, for us they pulling new cars on these old rap fartsTop the fools, i'm off these chartsI said, switching pronto, no need to front hoUsed to look at him like that's my uncleNow it's a shame that I got to hunt youBangin' on my own beats, won't need RussellYoung nigga, Running up, snatch and hustleIt's a BK nigga, bouta strap the muscleIf your raps are wack and you lack the bundleCause I do it all, young enough to live and see old kings fallOld enough to keep my force still strongThrowing the track like a cannon ballThrough your walls, you're gonna hear my callCertified til I die I'm rawIf I hit the stu, and come back with mo'I put it in the stores', Platinum fo' sho'And spend it all on dro like I've done beforeIf a trap star could, let a trap star growI'll flip my dough because that's all I know24/7 and never ends all ho.44 let my lungs feel smokeAnd I've kept it trill cause that's all we knowThat's 47 goonz, made that track with smokeNiggas on my throats, shooting shows on toursLeave it to my pros and my young bro JoeCause it’s not his fault, they putting styles on haltAnd my other side glides each line I floatSee my mind in my rhymes on bossRap rebels of a walking lineThey marching even on the front lineWhen the time comesRoka keep it loaded if know you better wanna run[?] Hanging off the tongue, stay spitting hot bulletsNow my whole verse doneCome, Come
Come, Come NowWho's number one now?Thought it was a joke'Til the numbers starting showing up
Dirty want his money right nowAnd his creditI deserve my respect for this shit that I imbeddedI am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggasWho be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit soFuck the government word to my brother manFrom the 5th Flo'Won't get fed if your mouth is closedThat's something he told meThe 47 Og's running it low keyI'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certainBlind bitch baby, does the cover match them curtains?Still couldn't block my shineChakras divrine like 33rd degreeFresh 47 embroideryPro Era property, no loiteringCan't say my whole team eating yetBut I'm cooking up a messWhere syringes were pressed: dirty kitchenI'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinkingDecider, we next stopStop and then friskSlaughtering pigs anybody can get itShooting stars, now make a wishRocking skins like the skins we rockingPowerpuff smoking on that blossomWe're running the game and this shit is exhaustingBut I don't give a fuck cause this shit is awesome4-7
I'm from the Era, where we never show weak niggas loveThey phonies, me and the homies holding it upMy only place first shorty never lostOff the bus in New York, trying to recordMan, you're favorite rapper down the sideRecognize, they don't play with eyesThey an optical allusion like Optimus PrimeBreak a rhyme down in the summertimeIf I don't separate you and meI'm acknowledging your truancyMove like rocket ships, who are we?Move and sing, Word to my higher BuddhaSeeing through the eyes of JudahI annihilate a loserThe crown jeweler, Boundary of a GoddessNot a façade, the Brooklyn niggas is onDemanding in large, we the men in chargeNo progress, it's the ProgressStart spreading love, GospelDemanding in large, we the men in chargeNo progress, it's the ProgressStart spreading love
Come, Come NowWho's number one now?Thought it was a joke'Til the numbers starting showing up
Dirty want his money right nowAnd his creditI deserve my respect for this shit that I imbeddedI am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggasWho be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit soFuck the government word to my brother manFrom the 5th Flo'Won't get fed if your mouth is closedThat's something he told meThe 47 Og's running it low keyI'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certainBlind bitch baby, does the cover match them curtains?Still couldn't block my shineChakras divrine like 33rd degreeFresh 47 embroideryPro Era property, no loiteringCan't say my whole team eating yetBut I'm cooking up a messWhere syringes were pressed: dirty kitchenI'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinkingDecider, we next stopStop and then friskSlaughtering pigs anybody can get itShooting stars, now make a wishRocking skins like the skins we rockingPowerpuff smoking on that blossomWe're running the game and this shit is exhaustingBut I don't give a fuck cause this shit is awesome4-7
I'm from the Era, where we never show weak niggas loveThey phonies, me and the homies holding it upMy only place first shorty never lostOff the bus in New York, trying to recordMan, you're favorite rapper down the sideRecognize, they don't play with eyesThey an optical allusion like Optimus PrimeBreak a rhyme down in the summertimeIf I don't separate you and meI'm acknowledging your truancyMove like rocket ships, who are we?Move and sing, Word to my higher BuddhaSeeing through the eyes of JudahI annihilate a loserThe crown jeweler, Boundary of a GoddessNot a façade, the Brooklyn niggas is onDemanding in large, we the men in chargeNo progress, it's the ProgressStart spreading love, GospelDemanding in large, we the men in chargeNo progress, it's the ProgressStart spreading love
