Cmon Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, huh

Come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pockets so fat

They ain't been in the gym in a minute

My money, not worried about fitness

Cover your face so the devil can't look for who did it

These demons not bein' a witness

I almost got Mercedes, then I got Barabbas

See the stat, need no further analysis

I used to get sick off the activist

Jesus, my hero, his story protagonist

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Look at me, whippin' it

Feel like a farmer, I'm countin' these chickens

I just put a dot on the glock for the criminals

No sneak diss, I be duckin' subliminals

World Play the cleanest, I'm studyin' syllables

Matter fact, this whole style is original

Got called to the office to talk to the principal

He want my advice for a mission, but I wasn't trippin

All of my life, I was givin' it

He wanted smoke, but in person, not dishing it

Like Simon, one day, I was fishin' it

God caught me out of the dark I was livin' in

My life, I was livin' with limits

I just checked my bank, I seen too many digits

Now everyone wanting to mimic

I'm takin' my life to go up and exhibit

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

He undefeated

They tryin' to say he the meanest

I went through the fire and came back like a Phoenix

Hurry up, pick a side, you can't be in between

Hurry up, pick a side, you can't be in the middle

I sin carve a way with a chisel

My team like a trinity, stay with the triple

Stand on business my team too official

Pockets so fat

They ain't been in the gym in a minute

My money, not worried about fitness

Cover your face so the devil can't look for who did it

These demons not bein' a witness

I almost got Mercedes, then I got Barabbas

See the stat, need no further analysis

I used to get sick off the activist

Jesus, my hero, his story protagonist

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on

Want what I got, come on

You want what I got, come on