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rotor records - on a come up and it's cosmic lyrics

[intro]
yuh (hey)
i’m only saying this once (on a come up and it’s cosmic)
you f+ckin’— (yeah, we on a come up and it’s cosmic)
b+tch, listen closely (it’s cosmic), hey, look, ayy

[verse 1]
i’m unrecognizable, i flow like marshall but ain’t high, oh woah (wait, what?)
drake is like yuta ’cause he copies sh+t and i’m inumaki ’cause i talk my sh+t, oh woah (oh, f+ck)
you thought you could win because i’m on a break, working on some new sh+t? (haha)
think again because you are so sorely mistaken, it’s make it or break and i’m choosing to make hits (bang!)
i don’t need no violin, no, i do not need three members to run up a sack (a sack)
but i put respect on those ‘fore me, they paved the way for me to run up a bag (a bag)
so that’s why i’m causing a ruse, you were bound to lose and i was destined to choose (yeah)
if i want the money or fame, i want both, i’m gon’ run it up, yeah, i’ma boost and amuse ya (b+tch!)
yeah, i know a little b+tch named ++++, complains about everything, never nun’ nice (f+ck him!)
what a f+ckin’ ass rip of sofaygo, i’m eminem, he mgk, i don’t care though (respect to mgk)
i can’t let fodder interrupt me, the f+ck is his father? oh, right, he don’t got one (haha)
he think he on f+ck sh+t but acts like a little f+ck, sh+t, i’ma have me a d+mn aneurysm (woah)
i don’t need no features, my peak song is solo and i just created another hit (merc’)
you might as well call me laflame ’cause i’m making this hype and i’m always on lit sh+t (it’s lit!)
i show ’em no mercy, get buried in mercury, this a high risk and i ain’t gonna lose (what, what?!)
what’s up, little f+ckers? this ain’t “meet the fockers” but you can get drugged up and lose, son (woah)
b+tch, i am the strongest, you cannot f+ck with me if i’m being honest (i am!)
i’m just being modest, you got a reputation you cannot tarnish (yeehaw)
i’m headed for the big leagues, no, do not follow me, tryna give off for the intrigue (what?)
and i’m always rapping, living my dreams (what?), even with fatigue, screaming out like they in tree (what? ayy!)
[chorus]
you’re too incognizant, i don’t give a f+ck if you’re on it then (on it then)
just like a treeant, you’re useless, man, i need better off friends, need some better men (better men)
and i don’t mean the two and a half, well, that would be bad but i am accepting to have (get it?)
a real one, not a lil’ f+cker beside me but hurry up, drop the album then drop kiss me right (keshi)

[verse 2]
i’m on a roll and i’m squishy like jelly and i’m for the country, love for morgan wallen (90 proof)
i got to make this rap sh+t, it’s important, supporting myself, need money in my wallet (bands)
a connoisseur of some sorts, i can’t have a downfall, i ain’t fallin’ so f+ck it, let’s skate on
let’s get on, let’s fade on, let’s stay on, let’s stray on, my point to not live a dull life and to take on (yeah)
afraid on seeing my family and friends in the grave, i don’t wanna be dazy (hope)
yeah, i need to find me a ride or die, like donald and daisy (donald and daisy)
even i got to take breaks ’cause this rap sh+t, it’s leaving me hazy (me hazy)
all of the hate and disrespect i get, man, that sh+t crazy (sh+t crazy)
that’s crazy, yeah, y’all need to praise me
i’m doing what your favorite rapper do and yet, i make it look easy (my life was never—)
promise i’ma be all at the top, yeah, i put that on freezyy (b+tch!)
nah, he ain’t important no more, he feel like he slimy or greasy (b+tch!)
i’m tryna sing and i’m tryna dance, yeah, i’m tryna be just like breezy (whack!)
yeah, i mean the singer and not the mlummer, yeah, that fatass name, it be br_ezy (f+ck him!)
i hope all of my raps are helpin’ you and don’t make you make feel queasy (feel better)
i don’t listen much but respect the grind, yeah, it’s shoutout to jeezy (legend)

[chorus]
you’re too incognizant, i don’t give a f+ck if you’re on it then (on it then)
just like a treeant, you’re useless, man, i need better off friends, need some better men (better men)
and i don’t mean the two and a half, well, that would be bad but i am accepting to have (get it?)
a real one, not a lil’ f+cker beside me, i need to hurry up and drop the album, ain’t that right?
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
f+ck, f+ck, man

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