Comin' Up Quick
Justbrandon
GENRE
Comin up quick I think I’mma get the bends
Dropped minute made I’ve been grindin ever since
Said it back then I need diamonds on my wrist and my neck
Fuck it
Imma chase a check then
People in my dms and they steady askin questions
Am I makin more songs when they can expect em?
I said it might be a minute I can’t rush perfection
Feeling like the man when I look at my reflection
Just like anybody else I’m holding L’s but I just choose to treat em like thеy lessons
Ooh yeah
Taking chances rolling dicе daddy need a a new pair of shoes, yeah
Only think of winning if you been doin the opposite you just prepared to lose, yeah
I’m getting TDs they sit on the sideline
Ben in my pocket a million on my mind
Doin it my way I said fuck the guidelines
I move in silence but every move they make they post on the timeline
My rhymes getting better with time like fine wine
Y’all need to sip on Dom Perignon in your lifetime, bitch and I’m
Comin up quick
Comin up quick
Never runner up I’mma run it up quick
Comin’ up quick
Comin’ up quick
Never runner up I’mma run it up quick
Comin up quick you would think I had a jet pack
Go to to different cities and it got me feelin’ jet lag
Keep it pushin’ forward in spite of all the setbacks
25 grams got me asking “where the rest at?”
Spittin grade A got me going up grades man I skipped all the freshmen and went straight up to the next class
Graduated 2017 but I need the 2020 S Class
People heard my first shit they wanna get a verse on the next track
She be blowin up my phone she ain’t even finna get a text back
If she leavin voicemails I wouldn’t know cuz I ain’t ever check that
Yeah I got them hoes mad, them hoes mad
Spit the shit old school it sound like a throwback
Killing all these rappers I ain’t even leavin fingerprints
Only leavin toe tags
When I’m back home I ain’t askin where the smoke at
Hopped up in the booth without a phone or a notepad
Spit it off the dome
Bad bitch in the phone
Whip futuristic bitch, everything chrome
Imma get it in a minute cuz I’m
Comin up quick
Comin Up Quick
Never runner up Imma run it up quick
Comin up quick
Comin up quick
Never runner up Imma (sighs)
Comin up quick and I ain’t Comin down soon
Halle Berry Hallelujah that’s what it comes down to
I can’t hear the hate cuz the studio soundproof
Left it for a minute, back in it for round two
Fuck a TKO this shit is a knockout
Tryna get my degree but I’m rappin like a College Dropout
Tryna feel the breeze so I’m riding with the top down
Comin up quick so I’m looking from the top down
Made half the EP livin on lockdown
Puttin in work it’s essential
Every time I pull up to the function with the squad dawg it’s always eventful
I was thinking August now I’m gonna drop in December
I be spittin raw going off with the pencil
Who’d you say your favorite rapper was?
I can hardly remember
Dropped minute made I’ve been grindin ever since
Said it back then I need diamonds on my wrist and my neck
Fuck it
Imma chase a check then
People in my dms and they steady askin questions
Am I makin more songs when they can expect em?
I said it might be a minute I can’t rush perfection
Feeling like the man when I look at my reflection
Just like anybody else I’m holding L’s but I just choose to treat em like thеy lessons
Ooh yeah
Taking chances rolling dicе daddy need a a new pair of shoes, yeah
Only think of winning if you been doin the opposite you just prepared to lose, yeah
I’m getting TDs they sit on the sideline
Ben in my pocket a million on my mind
Doin it my way I said fuck the guidelines
I move in silence but every move they make they post on the timeline
My rhymes getting better with time like fine wine
Y’all need to sip on Dom Perignon in your lifetime, bitch and I’m
Comin up quick
Comin up quick
Never runner up I’mma run it up quick
Comin’ up quick
Comin’ up quick
Never runner up I’mma run it up quick
Comin up quick you would think I had a jet pack
Go to to different cities and it got me feelin’ jet lag
Keep it pushin’ forward in spite of all the setbacks
25 grams got me asking “where the rest at?”
Spittin grade A got me going up grades man I skipped all the freshmen and went straight up to the next class
Graduated 2017 but I need the 2020 S Class
People heard my first shit they wanna get a verse on the next track
She be blowin up my phone she ain’t even finna get a text back
If she leavin voicemails I wouldn’t know cuz I ain’t ever check that
Yeah I got them hoes mad, them hoes mad
Spit the shit old school it sound like a throwback
Killing all these rappers I ain’t even leavin fingerprints
Only leavin toe tags
When I’m back home I ain’t askin where the smoke at
Hopped up in the booth without a phone or a notepad
Spit it off the dome
Bad bitch in the phone
Whip futuristic bitch, everything chrome
Imma get it in a minute cuz I’m
Comin up quick
Comin Up Quick
Never runner up Imma run it up quick
Comin up quick
Comin up quick
Never runner up Imma (sighs)
Comin up quick and I ain’t Comin down soon
Halle Berry Hallelujah that’s what it comes down to
I can’t hear the hate cuz the studio soundproof
Left it for a minute, back in it for round two
Fuck a TKO this shit is a knockout
Tryna get my degree but I’m rappin like a College Dropout
Tryna feel the breeze so I’m riding with the top down
Comin up quick so I’m looking from the top down
Made half the EP livin on lockdown
Puttin in work it’s essential
Every time I pull up to the function with the squad dawg it’s always eventful
I was thinking August now I’m gonna drop in December
I be spittin raw going off with the pencil
Who’d you say your favorite rapper was?
I can hardly remember
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