St. Retro - 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