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sk rich - the come up lyrics

[verse 1]
yo
m-th-f-ckas had me on this beat like i wouldn’t do sh-t
now it’s time to murder it
like a f-ckin tournament
make the bread i’m earnin it
you ain’t heard a word of it
all these sk!lls are permanent
causing all this turbulence
but i’m just a lyricist
ima need a therapist
cause i’m empty spirited
and i’m f-ckin serious
i think i be hearing sh-t
and it’s so mysterious
now i’m getting curious
end it with a period
after all them commas
i ain’t bout the drama
do it how i wanna
shoutout to trilllzy
shoutout to my cousin
sh-t you said it was
that’s the sh-t it wasn’t
when you gettin buzzed
you be gettin nothin
when you get none
i be gettin dozens
bringing up my past like it’s relevant
story and i’m tellin it
b-tches be like benedict
i be like a revenant
when i’m off that medicine
spittin til i’m levitant
i ain’t even hesitant
tryna make a cl-ssic
splittin sh-t like cashis
i’m the f-ckin captain
why you b-tches laughin
you ain’t even rappin
and you don’t record
going over board
showin no remorse
flow is out the norm
sicker than the swine flu
you can’t do what i do
you’ve been f-ckin lied to
used to go by optic
rafi went by project
influenced by logic
you say that i’m not sh-t
but you bout to watch it
droppin bombs atomic
so sick that you vomit
hip-hop made a f-ckin pit stop
made the sh-t stop going tick tock
when i intervene
sh-t is crystal clean
always p-ssed at me
cause i’m doin sh-t
that you never wished to see
keep it one hundred
even if i’ve done sh-t
form a f-ckin coven
out my d-mn p-ssion
only test i’m p-ssin
is the one at rappin
it comes with the package
gotta stay real
i don’t give a f-ck
i ain’t in my feels
til i wanna be
you a wannabe
spittin on a beat
its monopoly
with the d-mn bread
this is what i said from the start
sh-t comes from the heart
i come out the dark
go into the light
i ain’t tryna fight
just tryna live my life
that’s about it
sayin i’m a d-ck
and i make you sick
i ain’t boutta quit
i’m just gonna spit in the mix
and this the sh-t you never see
in about a century
spit the flow so heavenly
drop the bar so heavily
call me public enemy
still i’m no celebrity
i’m the f-ckin referee
you just got a penalty
you gone get finished
gr city limits
i ain’t bout the gimmicks
spit the sh-t so civic
you gone get so sick that you call the f-ckin clinic
when i f-ckin spit it
flow is so flawless
b-tches gettin nauseous
better be cautious
cause i’m on the come up
i just got one up
boutta f-ckin run up
on a dude who’s stuck up

- sk rich lyrics

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