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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PRhyme
PRhyme
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C.E. Martin
C.E. Martin
Composer
Anthony Markeith Reid
Anthony Markeith Reid
Composer
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, hold up
[Verse 2]
(You-you-you know I come around and rock it)
I said (Oh, my God, oh, my God)
PRhyme (W-word up) woo
(You-you know I come around, come-come around, come-come around)
They sayin' (Oh, my God, oh, my God)
(You-you-you know I come around and rock it) (Word up)
[Verse 3]
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is thriller
My ratchet blows, it's trappin' souls, like Bryson Tiller
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings
And that's the very thing that gets me out of the bed in the morning
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
I got no fear, just honor, I bled and lived through trauma
First the Fat Boys break up (Okay)
Then Bow Wow retires (Uh-huh)
And now y'all disrespectin' the king
I come through there with the streets sweeper
For **** claiming they doin' dirt
And get to just disinfecting the scene
I'm what you call the epitomizer (Woo)
Of getting dark, I will spit a geyser
That'll get these guys on the charts to fit a liger of bars
[Verse 4]
I'm feelin' like the don on the permanent throne
Weed like the Quran, burn it, you can get stoned
It's smellin' like a megaphone in the coupe
Goin' into a extra zone in the booth
Flowin' into the headphones and microphone and the new
Poems approved, I'm the best to ever put breaths on the measure
Metronome in the loop (Yes, Nickel)
All I could do is turn ya sister to my all night masseuse
Zonin' to Gu, this is my moment of truth
[Verse 5]
Can I, rock it? (Yes, you can)
Now can I, rock it? (Yes, you can)
If she pretty, I'ma come around your city, I'm gon' hunt her down
Hit it, I'm gon' hit it, I'm gon' come around and rock it
[Verse 6]
Can I, rock it? (Yes, you can)
Now can I, rock it? (Yes, you can) come on
Anytime I come around your city, I'm gon' burn it down
Venue after venue, I'm gon' come around and rock it
[Verse 7]
(You know I come-come around and r-rock it)
(You know I come-come around and r-rock it)
(You-you know I come around and)
(R-r-round and, round and rock it) (Word up)
[Verse 8]
(You-you-you-you know-you know)
(You-you-you know I come around and)
(And rock-rock, and-and rock-rock)
(And-and-rock it) (Word up)
[Verse 9]
Now, first the Dipset split up
Then Azealia Banks leave Twitter
And now you **** hating on Nickel
I've just been the same stand up ****
Since the day I came in this game
And I just come in here to stay till I'm crippled
I'm a combination of Kane
G-Rap, Reggie Noble and James
Who still has Ashanti and Kelly Rowland in dreams (Woo)
They tried to blackball me, but couldn't
I was too fuckin' good
They tried to run me outta my city
I was too fuckin' hood
So, all I'm tryna say
To artists tryna kill me is, hey
Even Patrón had to stand in line and wait (Come on)
[Verse 10]
'Cause this is God' work, handcrafted by karma
I'ma always be here laughin' and clownin' last and I promise
And last, but not least
I'ma finally retire my Dad from out that post office
And that's on my momma
I live my life for my girls and my boys
And I took my soul back from the Devil, now the world can enjoy it
[Verse 11]
Can I, rock it? (Yes, you can)
Now can I, rock it? (Yes, you can)
If she pretty, I'ma come around your city, I'm gon' hunt her down
Hit it, I'm gon' hit it, I'm gon' come around and rock it
[Verse 12]
Can I, rock it? (Yes, you can)
Now can I, rock it? (Yes, you can) (Come on)
Anytime I come around your city, I'm gon' burn it down
Venue after venue, I'm gon' come around and rock it
[Verse 13]
(You know I come around and rock it)
(You-you know I come-come around and rock it)
(You-you-you-you know I come around)
(And rock it) (Word up)
[Verse 14]
(You-you-you know I come around and rock it)
(You know I come around and rock it)
(You-you-you-you know-you-you)
(Know I come-I come around and rock it) (Word up)
[Verse 15]
Oh, hold up
(You-you-you know I come around and rock it)
I said (Oh, my God, oh, my God)
PRhyme (W-word up)
Written by: Anthony Markeith Reid, C.E. Martin, Christopher Martin, Frank Martinjak, R. Montgomery
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