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Azure the Paradox

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It's no love on the come up
Everyday working till the sun up
Sun go down and we stay up
All I wanna do is be laid up, stack paper
But this the come up
I done took too many, can't come down
Just look at all the niggas I been round
You think I give a damn about you clowns
No, no, no, no
I might cut my label off, I don't see results
I been showing niggas checks, never seen resolve
Ain't nobody ever check that I did it all
So why I gotta pay the niggas who just dropped the ball
These niggas dope fiends, begging for a hit every day
But you ain't help me with the food, why you ask for a plate
Had to hustle for equipment that was back in the day
Now you can see the fucking whip that I can back in today
I keep it low key, with no tesseract
They can never see the fucking vision they got cataracts
Slept on my potential but I thought I was insomniac
This shit get to flipping like my sister, she an acrobat
But you a hype beast, I see the logo
Coming for my queen but you short, ain't no low blow
Got the P.O.V., make a movie with the Go Pro
But she ain't really mine yet, a nigga got hope tho
It's no love on the come up
Everyday working till the sun up
Sun go down and we stay up
All I wanna do is be laid up, stack paper
This the come up
I done took too many, can't come down
Look at all the niggas I been round
You think I give a damn about you clowns
No, no, no, no
New bag, back in action
My partners pistol packing
That two-three day distraction
We dropping like care package
This baddie yeah she blassic
We zooted yeah we blasting
It's just a force of habit
No intention, never practiced
I'm braided front to back and
Wear no hat I'm never capping
She said she got a boyfriend
But she don't belong with average
I might send that nigga packing
He leaving then he lacking
You should see the whip I'm cracking
This shit sliding, Michael Jackson
Used to live my life so passive
Now it's f*ck that shit I'm popping
If my label won't promote me
I'm provoked to check my options
I dropped a fucking classic
But you acting like you bothered
You doubt my fucking impact
Take a look at flows I fathered
Bitch I slaughtered, conquered PG County
They got altars praying bout me
Best be honored to be around me
Hunt my comp they pay that bounty
Rowdy, rowdy, free that nigga
Bobby too, we need that nigga
Vultures they gon pree that nigga
But you know who lead my niggas
There's no love on the come up
Everyday working till the sun up
Sun go down and we stay up
All I wanna do is be laid up, stack paper
This the come up
I done took too many, can't come down
look at all the niggas I been round
You think I give a damn about you clowns
Don't make sounds, yeah

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