Dacomeup

Yeah BIGHAND- NO
W.A.S.T.E SQUAD
FUCK NO

You know it pass me the Rock I'm going score it
Flinching boy we out in these trenches
You know I'm stoic yeah I'm not there right now you know I'm going
Put that on the soul of my Pops I won't blow it UNH
Clutch player the fuck neighbor it's Norris
Birth name bring em the worst pain flow it
Emerged and I did it with words that boy is a poet
Man the nerve of these n absurd this N flowing
You nerd when the shit was for herbs know I was going
No deserve to be Somewhere in The burbs a couple foreigns
Heroic these straps loaded but it ain't for my brother man
I'm gunnin for the other man
He asked for it
In my soul is a hole ain't no patch for it
That's why these suckers ain't no match For us
It's W.A.S.T.E over everything blast for us
The casket closes right after he raps the chorus UNH

Dacomeup 5 10 20's 50's a hunna
A midget to the height of my digits sick to your stomach
Vomit bright as some jewels shine in the Summer
And the space between the numbers be the commas
The come up take the stairs get Ahead of ya
I play the part they know he's smart so they scared of EM
They say the system ain't Designed to get ahead lova
Oh yeah Well tIll I'm dead let's proceed to get this bread lova
Make love to the money never wear a Rubber
Multiply multi till I'm old and tired
Keep it so real like im fortified
Keep a cold steel like a 45
Of this bullshit rap dog I'm more than tired
I gave you suck a n this more than time huh
Now It's taking over everything ignore the signs
Talk to these n wit a open Palm gimme Mine

Gimme this shit fuckn pussy
Bitch ass nigga
You Bitch ass nigga
You Bitch ass nigga
Ahhhhhhhh

The Come Up
The Come Up



Credits
Writer(s): Norris Jenkins
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