Come To Grips by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Gimme one second
Imma get my lane on track
These lames on blast
Let’s see
On my dick so hard I swear your bitch tryna suck my dick through my jeans
Reason over nonsense
Flood the whole works
Got water out the bottle
And a baggy full of breeze
Take my time when I write my rhymes and you ain’t seen shit till you seen these beats
Produced by the best
No exception
It’s murder on the beat when I speak
Ya I’m restless
Hate me now
We can make up later
Drain streams down
Suck a drought
Chug a chaser
And these thots always Naughty by Nature
Hip hop driven
That’s progression in my stepping
And I feel like Darth Vader
Before a light saber
These men’ll pause quick
You at that age
I can’t save ya
Say my name bitch
I know you fucking hate this
But I’m on my way to greatness
So wipe that contradiction of your lips
I can’t explain it
It’s way too out your matrix
Eliminate your hatred
Then maybe we can
Come to grips
Don’t trip
You a dweeb
That’s a fact
(That’s fact)
No shame in my game
It’s all glass
(Pure living)
I can explain these tracks
(Choochoo)
You the type to shoot a man in his back
(Sucker shit)
You the type to live a lie for a bag
(That’s deep)
I can explain these tracks
(Choochoo)
MF don’t light my match
Just to strike my pride and spark your lack of craft
I stay working in the lab
On my grind
It’s fine fine line
Epidemic
Systemic
Grimace
Intention in intensive
In the building with the blocks still building up the prowess
Stay
Same eye of the aim
Sikk drive in the vein
Prick dripped to extent
It’s agreed
Still death to a king
Until it’s man to man
Handle business
It’s a solemn ascent
Imma get my lane on track
These lames on blast
Let’s see
On my dick so hard I swear your bitch tryna suck my dick through my jeans
Reason over nonsense
Flood the whole works
Got water out the bottle
And a baggy full of breeze
Take my time when I write my rhymes and you ain’t seen shit till you seen these beats
Produced by the best
No exception
It’s murder on the beat when I speak
Ya I’m restless
Hate me now
We can make up later
Drain streams down
Suck a drought
Chug a chaser
And these thots always Naughty by Nature
Hip hop driven
That’s progression in my stepping
And I feel like Darth Vader
Before a light saber
These men’ll pause quick
You at that age
I can’t save ya
Say my name bitch
I know you fucking hate this
But I’m on my way to greatness
So wipe that contradiction of your lips
I can’t explain it
It’s way too out your matrix
Eliminate your hatred
Then maybe we can
Come to grips
Don’t trip
You a dweeb
That’s a fact
(That’s fact)
No shame in my game
It’s all glass
(Pure living)
I can explain these tracks
(Choochoo)
You the type to shoot a man in his back
(Sucker shit)
You the type to live a lie for a bag
(That’s deep)
I can explain these tracks
(Choochoo)
MF don’t light my match
Just to strike my pride and spark your lack of craft
I stay working in the lab
On my grind
It’s fine fine line
Epidemic
Systemic
Grimace
Intention in intensive
In the building with the blocks still building up the prowess
Stay
Same eye of the aim
Sikk drive in the vein
Prick dripped to extent
It’s agreed
Still death to a king
Until it’s man to man
Handle business
It’s a solemn ascent