Ca**idy - The Come Up Show (Freestyle) lyrics

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Ca**idy - The Come Up Show (Freestyle) lyrics

They say your word is everything Everything in who's eyes? Guys confuse lies with truth Truth with True lies My two eyes seen plenty of dudes die But I survive You guys can't walk in My shoes I'm not Your shoe size I flipped a couple bricks Couple birds flew by Coke white like it got Blonde hair and blue eyes Pies, I's moving them In the Hood I'm a hoodlum I jury shop, My j**elry box Remind me of Jerusalem Cats let they Gats Blast fast Like a m**m I call my nine Ramadan When I'm introducing them I smoke pot like snoop and them Pockets fat like Bruce Bruce and them Fat man Scooping them All my shooters I keep losing them They either in a box or cell block Prosecutors accusing them Cats is ratting prosecution confusing them Of course they get rectified Go to court and Testify Lift they right hand on a stand Snitch on they right man and Blame it on the white man damn Look I took 100 grand Out this white man hand And gave him three K's Like that white man Klan My Band Rocking out like a White man band I'm a choke...... ( HE MESSED UP PROVING THAT IT"S A FREESTYLE) My watch is rocking out like a white man band That's a Joke, I hope I don't offend my white man fans The smoke is in the air like a hype man's hands The Mic is a deadly weapon in the right man's hands I'm not a hater, but I'm not a tight pants fan Tight pants I can't stand, I dress like a damn man If you dress like the opposite s**, you a damn Tran Aluminum bat. CRACK! Grand Slam I'm might be in a bent, might be in a damn van The turtle getting top because I'm freaky like can man The truth be told, The whole industry is a damn scam Ran by pricks with big heads like a NBA jam man Im the Sand Man, You a Lack, You Grand M Fall back and get smacked by the back of my damn hand Man I ain't mumble neither You don't want to rumble neither Float like a bu*terfly I be done Bumblbee'd ya I'm a Winter warmer And a Summer Freezer Shining, Black and White Diamonds Jungle fever I'm a Jungle Lion, You a Jungle Zebra You just run around the jungle I'm the jungle leader You just eat Gra** Ca** eat f**ing zebras SO I don't need to hear nothing I'm off the f**ing meter I ain't bluffing either I'm on fire, got a f**ing fever I'm the Hustler You a f**ing Diva If Life a b**h then f**ing leave her It's like if you don't like living then Break up with her then But once you break up You can't make up with her and Start acting right, come back to life and live again I live Life like it's sweet until the bitter end And until I am a Heavenly Citizen I'm a Get it in My name Ca**idy, Say Hello to Your Majesty When it's time to spit The Marijuana Lit I got to have it, I got a Habit And I ain't trying to quit My flow so tough, I crush n***a's confidence My flow Hot Like a Pot of your Grand mama grits I get it popping like Pork Bacon If You need food for thought The spoon and the fork waiting Of course I praise the Lord I don't support satan I support showing love I don't support hating I'm wiser, more humble, and more patient I'm making more cake, I'm here for the duration You hear the music the boy making? the boy faking I ain't buying that that bullsh** man the boy lying I don't care about the gear that the boy buying I could care less about the jets that the boy flying I'm not concerned with the cars he cop I want to know how may bars he got Or if his bars hard or not I'm sorry yoc, I was just trying to make the party pop Round the time the drummer ba**, the Henny and Bacardi drops You only gonna be hot for a little while But you see through like a coffee pot

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