SmooveDonn - Come Correct

I don't hear my name enough
It's too many conversations of the best rappers in the DMV and I don't hear my name enough
It's getting disrespectful at this point
Aye crank the temperature on the stove in the Kitchen
Aye Look
Wakin' up before the crack o' dawn with bread in my pocket
Money Longer than them border fences Mexicans hoppin'
Don't check me for cash I cash my checks direct and deposit
And your team is trash so bad I flexed y'all begged me to stop it
This is V12 rappin' only the best get acknowledged
I challenge niggas all the time I ain't impressed with ya dodges
I don't play that small talk if its irrelevant drop it
But if we talkin' 'bout business then take a step in my office
And they say a kid that's from the burbs ain't supposed to be this nice
Niggas think 'cause I ain't from the hood I lived the sweetest life
Had to try and sneak at night 'cause I could never go to no functions
Mom and pops was strict I couldn't even go to homecoming
Then I turned eighteen and started roamin' where the hoes jumpin'
The plan was to get 'em in a vid and make some O's from it
Every word I spit leave ya body stiff like you froze from it
I'm sub-zero to these niggas it's gon' be a cold summer
They itchin' for my music like a crack fiend sickest nigga out don't need a vaccine
They gon' have to come correct
Everyone around me havin' trap dreams so I'm trynna make it with this rap thing
They gon' have to come correct
If we talkin' business I'm about mine niggas want the smoke well it's about time
These niggas better come correct
Send the addy pullin' up we outside
Send the addy pullin' up we outside
I gave 'em classic after classic
I dropped my first tape they slept so I spunt back and flipped they asses off the mattress
Flipped they ass just like gymnastics grip the gat and get ta blastin'
Incase they search the spot I hid the stash with all the caskets
Y'all be chattin' trynna sice it all
Rappers tried to write me off
I got stunted on by niggas who don't even write they songs
How you playin' like you ride the bench but talkin' like you Bron
How you such a boss until you step inside the light with Don (Mafia)
I'm givin' dirt naps, and I be trynna make a hit with niggas
But its like they scared to send a verse back
Seen the fear of God in they face when they heard my first track
They noticed that they best shit can't compete with my worst rap
Niggas wanna roast I flame trash 'til its burnt black
Snippets that you post be straight ass like a thirst trap
Shit that I done wrote be straight gas like I serve pack
You witnessin' a GOAT who spray mags with his word gat BANG
They itchin' for my music like a crack fiend sickest nigga out don't need a vaccine
They gon' have to come correct
Everyone around me havin' trap dreams so I'm trynna make it with this rap thing
They gon' have to come correct
If we talkin' business I'm about mine niggas want the smoke well its about time
These niggas better come correct
Send the addy pullin' up we outside
Send the addy pullin' up we outside
These niggas better (Tre made this one)

Written by:
Donaven Montgomery, Emouri Devoe, Trevon Turner

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