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Come Up Lyrics - The Cold Corner 2 - Lloyd Banks

"And now for our feature presentation." 

ain't no time for slippin, captain of this boat 

You in that water you don't listen, cause I gotta get the dough 

I got the mind to get to it, look how I bomb through my music 

These old niggas must've forgot, they got Alzheimer's and stupid 

I re-up, rhyme and recoup it, uhh, just look at my time 

And I been shinin' since Whoo Kid, uhh, nigga I'm grindin' 

Mountain climbin' and I stay fresh 

Dominate for business, now my name stretch 

Same guy, grey sky, grade 9, great vest 

Fuck it, roll up, that's the way I'm livin' 

Sucker niggas baby-sittin for my favorite women 

Pockets full of C-notes, memories full of I-O-U's 

Lou' Vuitton peacoat, sleek will shut entire crew 

Blue, plug and leave 'em, that's just how I do 

Masterpieces every time I drew, Jeffrey Dahmer you 

[?] Damier, Dennis to McDonald fool 

Boy don't bring the drama here, heat-seekers follow you 

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord 

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small 

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up 

Foreign cars kitted - all these bitches gettin' in it 

Uh, these niggas can't see me, motherfuckin' chief 

Three different whores all in my teepee, which one am I gon' keep? 

I got the blood of a playa, spend all the money you pay her 

Got a mansion from music cause my flow nice as my neighbor 

I hit the dope vein (dope vein) the "H.F.M." is flowin', goin Soul Train 

(HAM) all on the track in my new rope chain 

Bottles of that co-paign, model mami Coke frame 

Twenty bands stuffed in Trues, icy wrist, nuttin brews 

Every month another cruise, closet damn near closin in 

80, 90-somethin shoes, five colors of other Choo's 

Big jewelry out in the open, so they wan' judge me 

You know the verdict, young black with money so I'm some dummy 

Racism 

, facets of what my grandma seen 

Frontin down M.L.K., jammin' while you play that scheme 

Smoke in Lamborghin's, South Jamaica man of cream 

Style out here'll get you stomped, turn your head to trampoline 

"November finally finds me here 

Just like the trees so cold and bare" 

 

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