Come at Me (feat. Jon Riggs)

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Come at me know I'm sporadic 
Always had it 
Got the talent while I'm rappin 
Can't stand it 
Im bout rhymes 
Sound lands  
Like land mines
Bad vibes 
Not me though
The dark hero 
Deadpool hellboy 
You a zero
Tarantino 
Moves these movies 
Like kill bill though 
I'm too scary 
Come at me 
I leave you buried 
Ungrounded 
Shutter sound 
To bust around 
These other rounds 
Shot shot shot

Gutter found 
Mother proud 
Something you can't say or talk about 

Back from Nola and I told ya 
Fight to be ice machine type a colder 
They can't flow or go up 
To my skill or my feel 
 Man they should grow up 
Its real

Woo

Bulova not a Rollie 
And it's kinda fucking funny 
Cause I ain't got that kinda money 
But it still don't ever stop stop 
Mouth like a gun cause I pop off 
Shattas 
To always get my rocks off 
Non stop 

You fuckers drake 
Call me fake 
Cause I made it and it's great 
Just more to face 
Positive you don't embrace 
You never did 
And that's just a break in the case aye 

You should pray slow 
I'm like steel You gon break tho
I leave you at Grey Sloan 
You need a Memorial 
Territorial murder 
Ceremonial merger 
With the dirt now 
You with the cops 
You a Opp 
Chirp like a bird now 
You tired it's only third round 
I don't give a f*ck I've been riding for a minute and 
I'm done with the motherfucking verse bloaw 

By ways 
Do a buck fuckin 80 on the highway 
Now I'm side ways
And when i die say 
I went out on my terms yeah
Yeah yeah 
My way 
Now you lie wake 
Think it's not fair 
It's a nightmare 
But I'm still there 
Yea I still care 
About rhymes 
Air you out with the glock
That's a cloud 9

Back again 
To rap again 
I snap again 
I pass the gin 
Blast your king
The motherfucking masters in 

Pass the pen 
The chatter ends 
You the badder trend
What's the matter then 
You the cake I'm the batter it's 

To easy to kill you 
Fill you
Don't think you realize taht I see the real you
The lil you 
The one you hide let it shine 
I just wanna heal you 

Don't know what you talking about 
Come at me and I'm rocking the house 
Why you here yea toss em out 
Matter of fact I wanna lock him out 
Cause I don't need no problems now 

I don't need no problems now 
Yea
I got too many problems now

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