Pro Era - Come Come Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rokamouth]Yo the first born son was a burnt lit starCertain sounds could just touch my heartWorking hard, and my team still starveOutchea, for us they pulling new cars on these old rap [?]Top the fools, i'm off these chartsI said, "Switching pronto, You need to front hoThey looking at him like that's my uncle"Now it's a shame that I got to hunt youBanging on my homie, you won't need RussellYoung nigga, Running up, snatch and hustleIt's a BK [?], bouta strap the muscleIf your raps are wack and you lack the bundleCause I do it all, young enough to see old kings fall offLong enough to keep my force still strongThrowing the track like a cannon ballThrough your walls, your gonna hear my callCertified til I die I'm [?]If I hit the stu, come back with mo'I put it in the sot', Platinum fo'shoWon't spend it all on dough like I've done befoIf a trap star could, let a trap star growI'll flip my dough because that's all I know24/7 and never ends all [?].44 let my lungs feel smokeAnd I've kept it trill cause that's all we knowThat's 47 [?], man that track with smoke[?] on my throats, Shooting shows on toursLeave it to my pros and my young bro JoeCause it's not his fault, they put a style on hoesAnd my other side each line I flowSee my mind and my rhymes on both[?]Roka keep it loaded if know you better wanna run[?] Hating off the tongue, stay spitting hot bulletsNow my whole verse downCome, Come[Hook: Dirty Sanchez]Come, Come NowWho's number one now?Thought it was a joke'Til the numbers starting showing up [4x][Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]Dirty want his money right nowAnd his creditI deserve my respect for this shit that I imbeddedI am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggasWho be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit so***** the government word to my brother manFrom the 5th Flo'Won't get fed if your mouth is closedThat's something he told meThe 47 Og's running it low keyI'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certainBlind ***** baby, does the cover match them curtains?Still couldn't block my shineChakras divrine like 33rd degreeFresh 47 embroideryPro Era property, no loiteringCan't say my whole team eating yetBut I'm cooking up a messWhere syringes were pressed: dirty kitchenI'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinkingDecider, we next stopStop and then friskSlaughtering pigs anybody can get itShooting stars, now make a wishRocking skins like the skins we rockingPowerpuff smoking on that blossomWe're running the game and this shit is exhaustingBut I don't give a ***** cause this shit is awesome47[Hook: Dirty Sanchez]Come, Come NowWho's number one now?Thought it was a joke'Til the numbers starting showing up [4x][Verse 3: Jakk The Rhymer]I'm from the Era, where we never show weak niggas loveThey phonies, me and the homies smoking it upMy only place first shorty never lostOff the bus in New York, trying to recordMan, you're favorite rapper down the sideRecognize, they don't play with eyesThey an optical allusion like Optimus PrimeMake a rhyme down in the summertimeIf I don't separate you and meI'm acknowledging your truancyMove like rocket ships, who are we?Move and sing, Word to my higher BuddhaSeeing through the eyes of JudahI annihilate my loserThe crown jeweler, Boundary of a GoddessNot the father of Brooklyn niggas is onDemanding in large, we the men in chargeNo progress, it's the ProgressStart spreading love, GospelDemanding in large, we the men in chargeNo progress, it's the ProgressStart spreading love
