Hit-Boy - Come As You Are lyrics

Produced By: Hit-Boy & Key Wane [Verse 1: Oktane] I go to sleep wide awake, and I wake up tired You n***as go to sleep as rappers, and wake up fired If this is the first thing you're hearing, dammit you're already late This is perfect, I'll start with all things I hate, like this I hate people that follow trends and wear the same fashion I don't like people that hear wack music and say it's cla**ic I hate when people bring up Teach Me How To Jerk Cause now my lyrics murk, and they just salty I'm amazing at it Bring it back, it's time for me to address stress over these n***as I'm having a hard time getting impressed over these n***as I hate that you're gon' hear this and think that it's a negative song When you should just change and prove my negatives wrong Moving on... I hate people that don't rep there hometown in fear of being lame Yeah, I said it... I hate people that don't rep there hometown in fear of being lame Huh, the game done changed, cause it's like So many people try to be Hov in fear of being Dame That these new boys wings get clipse by the new young guns of the game So don't criss cross my words n***a, you don't hear this from California So I guess were just outcasts, can you smell the stank on ya What the f** is up, this n***as f**ing nuts off of that indo Not even a little, n***a this is the intro And your problems are stronger than your legs and you can't run very far So grab your sins and your friends, and come as you are [Bridge] Heavenly Father, please keep Satan far from my path And keep these fake frauds and trifling broads away from my stash They say when you give don't give to receive and give what you feel So if I'm gonna give y'all anything, I'm gonna give y'all that real [Verse 2: Price] Now close your eyes, and picture this crib with no gra** in the front With a Ford Taurus in the driveway with no gas or with pumps All the way to school momma asking if I'mma pa** or gonna flunk Cause I sit in cla** writing raps all day cause I got the pa**ion to stunt But I didn't need no cla** to pa** cause I know the math Used to rock my Pro Club inside out just to show the tag Southern California where them light skin b**hes know they bad From the area where n***as love their mommas but don't know they dads But momma raised me well, all by herself Even though we used to bump heads, I be pissed off on that bunk bed Slamming doors, talking slick, acting like I'm running sh** Party jumping on the weekend but I'm stuck on punishment Get fed up and I move out, her pride high, she let me go So work with H Team, my big homie, he help me grow Told me get to the music, be careful who you trust Two things you better not ever give that's up or a f**, n***a, what So I teamed up with Ok, seen the top we made the plot to take the spot Like f**ing not, we kicking doors and breaking locks Deep lockdown, Pete got so many styles Kissing b**hes that look like Jada Pinkett She gucci wow, wow, now Since we made a jerkin' song, the world's erupted Like why Hit-boy sign them? They can't rap, it's all these discussions, ho you mean to tell me Since we dance our music ain't bumpin? Cause please, let's not forget, 2Pac was on stage humpty humping Back up dancing like 'when in fact he was good at singing that Just to say your judgment ain't best, just shooting yap I pray to Christ and wish my haters confusion I.E. 909 forever lost in the music Come as you are... [Outro] Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As a known enemy Come as you are