Artist: Trife Da God
Album:  n/a
Song:   On the Come Up
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Trife Da God]
I ain't trying to make rap my home, I'm only visiting
I'm trying to get money and build like I'm a businessman
Tried to put them in Prada, soak up the Timberlands
Get my hustle on, and show ya how to get rich again
We brawl like them boys from Michigan, it's Theodore, bitches
Hear the name, make noise way out in Switzerland
Spitting bars, more hooks than them fishing rods
At my shows, if you ain't on the list, you getting charged
I don't care who you are, you can feel you a star
You can be Jesus himself, with his apostles and a God
Nothing personal, but listen my dude, see, I got work to do
Here's my autographs and posters, and take a shirt or two
And I admit, sometimes, I'm sort of cocky
But thanks for the support, and I'm glad you bought a copy
Cuz when I had the Honda Accord, you didn't stop me
Now I'm on tour, east to west shore, blowing on brocky

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I'm on the come up, now, yeah, nigga, I'm shitting
If I could do it all over, I wouldn't do nothing different
Take advantage of my power, while I'm in this position
Thanks for those who had faith, and believed in vision

[Trife Da God]
I wish life was a game, I wish I could a hundred thou
Make the glass, drop, ice on the game
So my niggas can floss and rock ice in they chain
No more nights on the rain, only flights on the plane
Imagine ya seed, flying kites out in Spain
Bulletproof glass windows, with fog lights on the Range
I wish a cab was a Benz, the ferry was a yacht
I wish pussy was a milkshake, with cherries on the top
Red and white Gucci suit, I'm kinda heavy on the watch
24 inch chrome, with the Perelli's on the drop
Peel out, and leave donuts, when we jelly on the cops
No more eating heroes from them dirty deli's on the block
Fine cuisines, I roll with a live regime
Solid beem, bumping Nas, as we ride through Queens
Blow shells, L'Oreal couldn't revive your team
Alls well, is well, recognize my dream

[Chorus 2X]

[Trife Da God]
Cuz I shine when I want to, rhyme when I want to
Pull out nines and poke ya spine when I want to
Grind when I want to, hide, we will hunt you, nigga
So close ya Venitian blinds when we come through
In the hood, niggas wrestle with pigs like Bubba Sparxxx
Fuck the NARCs, flood the charts, Staten Island, we love to start
It's a art, the way I get down, and let the toolies spark
Nowadays, bitches mistake bulletwounds for beauty marks

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