Nico Lindsay - Come Tru lyrics

[Intro] Large up selector Spooky each and every time You dun already know what it is You get me? Nuttin' but shelling [Verse 1] Reload mic, off mic, no sight Why you here? Get out my sight Just a likkle fa**y ga**ed off of likkle sh**e Stuck in the night tryna find the sun Get sonned by the pupil for come against I Likkle dry brudda try come round and hype Get treat like a good yout in school outside Get sent out of cla** as a par? Nah, never Same flow with a likkle tweak, come better Sharp like a wetter, wet MCs, I pepper New era but yet you're still stuck in the old Cold on mic like life with no soul Living a dull life residing at home Wanna ride out chrome, browsing Chrome [?] shoots in your dome I evolve, they [?] stop Spun out the race, now they gotta keep up Old school days, used to play Heat Up Young in the summer watching the ends heat up [?] and my feet keep bunning No running, I'm out here still plugging They feel they made it but out here struggling A likkle buzz won't get me ga**ed, I ain't a soft ting, you lost it Short, brown, calm and cool: my synopsis Spit hot sh**, fly around it, smell me You hear what? You tell me Could've sensed that a nonsense I need [?] more clearly But hear me, it's forward, steps we take, awkward They get left with hands out, bad [?] When man was working, you man were stalling They get left for dead so keep stalking [Hook] Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot Man ah come through with the mic, I Man ah come forth and they might get shot Man ah come forth and they might get Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot Man ah come through with the mic, I Man ah come forth and they might get shot Man ah come forth and they might get Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot Man ah come through with the mic, I Man ah come forth and they might get shot Man ah come forth and they might get Man ah come through with the mic, I shoot Man ah come through with the mic, I Man ah come forth and they might get shot Man ah come forth and they might get [Verse 2] Man ah come through when I might come through Man ah come forth and they might get lost I really ain't inna the hype, that's true Man ah like spitting and out for the prof Man ah come through when I might come through Man ah come forth and they might get lost I really ain't inna the hype, that's true Man ah like spitting and out for the prof Dem man Way more better than dem man, dem man dere [?], bench man sitting down In the corner on Twitter, yeah, dem man, dem man Dem man, dem man, dem man Thirsty for fame, yeah, dem man, dem man can Stay over there with dem man Tryna blow from a big feature, yeah, dem man, dem man Dem man touch mic and air any thoughts Full convo about raves and sports Man ah get air like a shot came short Dead like Irene, they out in shorts Dem man touch mic and air any thoughts Full convo about raves and sports Man ah get air like a shot came short Dead like Irene, they out in shorts Don't touch mic, go home with your thoughts Don't give a sh** what they are anyway Couldn't hear a word in your verse anyway Bare words, no meaning on display It's OK, just do more and talk less Maybe you may experience less stress Some talk up the tings and sound vexed Then you're caught off-mic and now's your real test Talk less Knew more, you choose in your head who's the best At whoever's impressed Thanks for the time you invest but you being the best Ain't a fact, an opinion expressed Leave him in tears, get left like West When I write riddim to rest Rough love like after-argument s** [?] sh**, I'm a pest Don't pretend, lies that you wrote with your pen Need to go straight in the bin Garbage wasting the ting, time wasting the ting You could be at work, raking it in But you're here getting air, expecting respect Can't get that when our art, you neglect Man are spitting bars for a cheque See a zero and start ranting on set