Best Kept Secret - Coming Down lyrics

[Intro] Brothers and sister Now I see you got your boots on and gla**es on, looking real good out there But, I like to introduce you to a smooth type brother that goes by the name of PHZ-Sicks He represents Northern Virginia, Woodbridge to be exact But, before he takes you there He wants to give you the skinny on where he came from first My main man, PHZ-Sicks, will you do the honors? [Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks] For four years, I was raised in Mississippi Fried chicken and some collard greens Ham hocks in the pot, black eye peas every New Year's Eve Looked up to my Uncles, they were the top n***as On Sundays, it was against the law, but my Grandma was selling that liquor That product in that pickup, Black Pride with my fist up Grandfather wasn't around but I knew he had his fifth up Was told never be a kiss up, be yourself, they'll get the message As he drunk that k** lean like that place where I was born in Texas Wa**up! [Hook: TFOX] Stussy shorts, sneakers clean Leaning checking out the scene Instagramming taking flicks Riding 'round, talking it Brother, where you wanna go? You know the club don't close to four Let's party til we can't no more Mmm, because We're coming Down We coming down, my brother We coming down (repeat 6x) We're coming Down We coming down, my brother We coming [Verse 2: PHZ-Sicks] The V in the DMV is always in me Feeling regal when I hear them horns, that's just the Pharaoh that's in me Fast-forward to the present to that cute girl in her Lexus Who right now is straight flexing and saying (Uh, boy, that's my sh**) Hold up! Jumping out that window See you don't know what we been through Cats trying to hide that pain through the smoke and mirrors of that indo I do this for my kinfolk, I do this for my art Sacrificed, too many Kali Ma n***as in the game who don't have the heart To, speaking it how it needs to be spoken They talk shop but their business closing They weren't bout it bout that life, so I guess there was a limiting to your knowing You don't know and, you must be joking Homey, what the hell's you smoking? Keep f**ing around, I lay two hands on your face like Macaulay Culkin Wa**up! [Hook]