Came Up

Hook:
It must've been the way that a brotha came up
It must've been the way that a brotha came up
Grind always now I'm on my way up
It must've been the way that a brotha came up

Verse 1:
Invading like napoleon
Say the shit that's sticking like linoleum
Take a hit and then I'll hit the podium
You faker then a flick on nickelodeon
I'm going in, slick as a DeLorean
Haters say they sick of this cause I just stay destroying them
Hit them with some wickedness I'm ripping auditoriums
Bitter looking like you went and bit up on some sodium
Yeah, every day I'm getting better bro
They be faking it but never know
All these sinners wanna make it on the centerfold
Say they got the status but they ain't on my level though (hell nah)
Give me cash up front, 'for I come and leave you cats crushed that's just us
Leave you struck with a glass cup that's fucked up
And cut till you cats can't come back up (gawt damn)
They ain't keeping up with us
With the heat I'm breathing that can turn a heathen into dust
I be heated even if its fucking freezing into slush
I bet you think the shit I'm speakings' really seemin' nuts
Been this way since i was innocent sitting in cradles
When the kid was 6 i was already just skipping the legos
At the age of 8 i told a bitch to come lick on my huevos
Yes i will eliminate you fakers by ending you fatal
Winning the truth is we isn't losers when
Plenty of dudes give many excuses
They, really assume that any can do this
Till they feel the energy and stressing included
Then they run away, and never come back another day
There's a hundred ways for people to make another pay
So they wanna stay with something simple and something plain
I guess that we don't run the same

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Verse 2:
Striving for a higher rate of revenue
I'm feeling like I might of ate an edible
By the way my diamonds stay incredible
This is my type of way to always stay ahead of you
I say what I shouldn't
I show for the work that I say that I put in
Hoe you should twerk make it shake like it's pudding
Hater's say I wouldn't but I made it what they couldn't
How did i get this wicked? the kid is so atrocious
I is a menace witness the syllable explosives
Ya'll are some hypocritical little fucking roaches
I am the mystical physical form of a ghost it's
Lyst and I've got an addiction to stay focused
Insisting and I been persistent with the dopeness
They diss and they wanna resist it but they noticed
That this is some type of listening hypnosis
Settle the mess, wet up your chest
Just know I'm not the fellow to test
It's like different levels you are checkers I'm chess
We ain't settling for lesser than best
I'm resurrecting the death
I'm not a regular Seff
Me and chedda stay together like freckles and flesh
I'm a skeptical mess, an intellectual, yes
So, don't pretend to go and ever know less
What he can do, we can do
Through the week, or the weekend too
Reaching beneath my seat for the piece that'll weaken you
If he wanna piece of me I'ma heat up like Pikachu
And leave the mother fucka looking beat up like Beetlejuice
My soldiers are all soulless
We rolling like automotive's
We full with a lot of motives to flow and get on and noticed
And show what we got to own this I'm show that you probably know it's
The dopest and rawest poets so pour up a bottle of Moet

Hook: X2