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The Come Up
02:09
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The Come Up
HOOK
We been tryin’ to come up for too long.
I’m just tryin’ to right a few wrongs.
I don’t need your advice. So, move on.
Haters all my life, I prove wrong.
VERSE
On the block, stay focused on the greenbacks.
‘Bout to grab a Glock, hocus pocus with the ski mask.
I need to come up with a scheme fast.
If I don’t make make it off of rap, might sling crack.
No Dreamcast. Promise I will not get played.
We cook beef fast. You can get Bobby Flayed.
Never use real names when we conversate.
Never let the ops see how we operate.
If the jakes come around, don’t cooperate.
There’s a lot at stake if the cops will raid.
The consequences are worse if you get locked away.
But an honest day’s work ain’t a lot of pay.
Get Tone on the phone. Let’s Rob a Bank.
In the zone and we stoned off of concentrate.
Cop some blow with the dough that we ‘bout to make.
And flip it on the low. Now we countin’ cake.
We just gotta make sure the accountant’s paid,
that the math is sound, and no one found mistakes.
Ain’t no backin’ down. Someone is bound to break.
But I won’t ever let a judge announce my fate.
Rather be carried by 6
Very convinced as I stare into this barren abyss,
the barrel an inch away from my Aryan skin.
Time to pay for my arrogant sins. Bury me with the strap. (Gun shot)
HOOK
We been tryin’ to come up for too long.
I’m just tryin’ to right a few wrongs.
I don’t need your advice. So, move on.
Haters all my life, I prove wrong.
I think I’ve been nice for too long.
I’ve been tryin’ to right a few wrongs.
I don’t need no advice. So, move on.
Haters, on my life, I’ll prove wrong.
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One Round
03:04
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One Round
HOOK
One day, one round.
Gonna let the guns spray, duck down.
Comin’ with the duct tape to shut mouths.
Don’t wanna catch a drug case. Sit the fuck down!
One day, one round.
Gonna let the guns spray, duck down.
Comin’ with the duct tape to shut mouths.
Remember what the judge say. Sit the fuck down!
VERSE 1
Where I was raised ain’t no glamour stories.
Where we came from the minimums are mandatory.
You don’t wanna be a victim of a statutory
or end up a statistic in a category.
It’s just a symptom of the status surely.
You gotta find the wisdom in the allegories.
Take care the witness and the ratchet for me.
And hope the ballistics didn’t match the .40.
I’m just tryna find the path to glory
and make sure that they can’t ignore me.
I pray we’re established shortly.
But I can’t even make my fam support me.
Staring in the mirror at the man before me.
No hesitation, reputations gettin’ damaged, gory.
The situation’s gettin’ handled poorly.
Rappers bore me. Better never point your daggers towards me.
HOOK
One day, one round.
Gonna let the guns spray, duck down.
Comin’ with the duct tape to shut mouths.
Don’t wanna catch a drug case. Sit the fuck down!
One day, one round.
Gonna let the guns spray, duck down.
Comin’ with the duct tape to shut mouths.
Remember what the judge say. Sit the fuck down!
VERSE 2
Separate the sheep from the snakes.
We just tryin’ get a piece of the cake.
You’ll die before you eat from my plate.
I’ll find time to sleep from the grave.
It’s cold when the heat’s in your face.
Tryna blow ‘cuz we need to escape.
Sellin’ dope, took a plea for the case.
Ten years and my bro’s finally free from the state.
He ain’t get to see his seeds being raised.
8 Christmases had to sleep in a cage.
I ain’t visit him. It eats to this day.
But I can’t dwell or repeat these mistakes.
So I drop to my knees and I pray.
I just wanna see the leaves when they change.
I won’t ever let ‘em lead me astray.
That’s easy to say. All it takes is...
HOOK
One day, one round.
Gonna let the guns spray, duck down.
Comin’ with the duct tape to shut mouths.
Don’t wanna catch a drug case. Sit the fuck down!
One day, one round.
Gonna let the guns spray, duck down.
Comin’ with the duct tape to shut mouths.
Remember what the judge say. Sit the fuck down.
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A Rapper Named Nati Three Rivers, Michigan
Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)
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