Pro Era - Come Come lyrics
rate me(The Shift)
(Verse: Rokamouth)
Yo, first born son was a burnt lit star
Certain sounds could just touch my heart
Working hard, and my team still starve
Ouch, for us they pullin' new cars on these old rap farts
Top the fools, I'm off these charts
I said switching pronto, you need to front hoe
They looking at him like that's my uncle
Now it's a shame that I got to hunt you
Bangin' on my homeys, won't need Russell
Yung nigga, Running up, snatch and hustle
It's a BK sh&*(), bout to strap the muscle
If your raps are whack and you lack the bundle
Cause I do it all, yung enough to see old kings fall off
Long enough to keep my force still strong
Sh&*() yo track like a cannon ball
Thru yo walls, you gonna hear my call
Certified till I die I'm brawl, if I hit the stu, come back with mo'
I put it in the sot', Platinum fo' sure
Won't spend it all on dough like I've done befo'
But for traps are cool, let a trap star grow
I'll flip my dough cause that's all I know
24/7 and never ends all hope, .44 let my lungs feel smoke
And I've kept it true cause that's all we know
That's four seven bulls, made a track with smoke
^&*() on my door, shootin' shows on tours
Leave it to my pros and my young bro Joe
Cause it's not his fault, they put a style on hoes
And my other side each line I flow
See my mind and my rhymes are both rap members of a walking line
They more ten, you gon' need a front line anytime I come
Rocker keep it loaded if know you better wanna run
Hating ^&*(), you hangin' off the tongue
Stay spitting hot bullets till my whole verse down
Come, come
(Hook x4)
Come, come Now
Who's number one now?
Thought it was a joke
Till the numbers starting showing up
(Verse: Dirty Sanchez)
Dirty want his money right now and his credit
I deserve my respect for this shit I embedded
I am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggas
Who be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit so
Fuck the government word to my brother man, from the 5th flo'
Won't get fed if your mouth is closed, that's something he told me
The 47 OGs runnin' it low key
I'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30
My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certain
Blind bitch baby, does the cover match them curtains?
Still couldn't block my shine
Chakras divrine like 33rd degree
Fresh 47 embroidery, private property, no loitering
Can't say my whole team eating yet
But I'm cooking up a mess
Where syringes were pressed: dirty kitchen
I'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, started living what I'm thinking
Decider, we next stop, stop and then frisk
Slaughtering pigs anybody can get it
Shooting stars, now make a wish
Rockin' skins like the skins we rockin'
Powerpuff smoking on that blossom
We're running the game and this shit is exhausting
But I don't give a fuck cause this shit is awesome
4 7, East 30, you ever heard of George Clooney, my nigga?
The president of Mexico, my nigga
Dirty Top Tom, my nigga
We do this
(Hook x4)
Come, come Now
Who's number one now?
Thought it was a joke
Till the numbers starting showing up
(Verse: Jakk The Rhymer)
I'm from the Era, where we never show weak niggas love
They phonies, me and the homeys smoking it up
My only place first shorty never lost
Off the bus in New York, trying to record
Man, you're favorite rapper down the side
Recognize, they don't play with eyes
They an optical allusion like Optimus Prime
Make a rhyme down in the summertime
If I don't separate you and me
I'm acknowledging your truancy
Move like rocket ships, who are we?
Move and sing, Word to my higher Buddha
Seeing through the eyes of Judah
I annihilate my loser
The crown jeweler, Boundary of a Goddess
Not the father of Brooklyn niggas is on
Demanding in large, we the men in charge
No progress, it's the Progress
Start spreading love, Gospel
Demanding in large, we the men in charge
No progress, it's the Progress
Start spreading love
