The Come Up

He game on point.

I'm on the comma.

To you, nigga, don't run up.

A yellow nigga, Finn arrives and shine like the sun up.

Yeah, my mind on that paper.

I ain't trying to wipe a slut out.

I'm die of it.

It's cake and I ain't trying to wipe a comma.

They rob it, they can't have it.

Q you're like the blood of a, don't set a tear.

If a nigga might you done up, but just say a prayer for nigga, Mike, and fun.

That's because he's like the sun up.

The men's wipe is on top.

You come into the field, you gotta get a license from us.

Silly on my back.

I feel like I'm holding the gun up.

No pain, no game, I nigga.

I just numb up.

I blow brains, co-bain, the nigga, if you jump up.

But no shame, no blame, nigga.

If you shot up this is cocaine on flames, make it so that it water.

And if you feel that, then I guess I'll sell crack, get it.

Fall back, man, the nigga feeling crazy.

Shit, no niggas like a nigga would still obey.

Khabarla, the nigga, shout out to the village raised me.

So many holes with you, what it thought we still enslaved.

The nigga still sleeping, make filialays.

A killer, maybe you make me, I will.

Cheat me on my thriller, I singin' to meet, tellin' her.

From them, NC streets, whether beef, they deliver, and the clip is on.

E, cause your chance got a fill up.

Well, they live in like weeks, gettin' the head, like a pillar.

Bread, like gorillas, get your bread.

So long as my mom and my niggas get in fact.

Fuck what a nigga said, man, I'm fain, no, I'm bombin', cause hatred's flat.

Or you bitch, niggas is charming.

Who the fuck you, harmin', boy, I think is a shaman.

And I'm armedin', waiting for a target.

You fucking with the best like, comment.

I'll shit pardon the nigga for the pot.

And I'm just gettin' green, like a y'all, or god, and a nigga for the blow.

I think it's a small salami.

And just think man, I was raised all wrong.

I'm a chicken noodle soup now, for layin' me, y'all, and I promise my mom, my, I was comin' to make this money.

And I swear I'm a killer nigga to try to take you from me.

Yeah.

And let's real talkin' in the go.

It's Jake Cole.

Yeah.

There, guys, I'm a boy, I don't need a whole lot of money.

You know what I'm doing?

Lookin' y'all niggas on the stand, man.

Yeah.

You're a k-blease, right now you think a y'all doesn't need a salami.

You can't spit, I don't fucking see so good.

What would ya, I was on the fuck I can't see?

Niggas on the top.

Yeah.

Yeah.

On the top.

Yeah.

Okay.

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Smit.