COME DOWN (FEATURING J. NOLAN)

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Soulplusmind

Soulplusmind is a musical artist known for their unique blend of soulful melodies and thought-provoking lyrics. They have gained recognition for their introspective and emotive approach to music, delivering an authentic and heartfelt listening experience. With their distinct sound and evocative storytelling, Soulplusmind captivates audiences and leaves a lasting impact. more »

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Verse 1:
Blade runners play the block like concrete/
Dreaming about a Beamer, with their heaters in arm's reach/
Women in Palm Beach with Miami Heat floor seats, to floss 
like a don, two arms crossed on Wall Street/
But cautiously, they return to the code/
Cold weather when it's 30 below, burners approach/
Never know if it'd be murder she wrote/
You gotta study the text, the context, then refer it to blow/
You know/
Then it's other factors that make you double backwards/
Cops checking your duffel bags with funny badges/
Interrupting the magic, all of a sudden it's tragic/
And you were trying to kick it just like a punt in practice/
Imagine the confusion that starts fusing/
Fueling up in the fire, defiantly start a movement
to crush the competition like prohibition/
Wars of attrition? That'd be your decision/
You know the mission.

Chorus:
When I come down, come down the block/
Eh, you better close up shop/
I don't care if you're ready or not/
Got a team by me that'll run in your spot for me/
When I come down, come down the block/
Eh, you better close up shop/
See them young boys running their mouth/
'Til I have them same boys out running a route for me, eh.

Verse 2:
Tell us to feed the hungry, but homie, we need that money/
How I'm gon' meet these bunnies, with sneakers that's leaning funny?
For real/
If I ain't icing the cake, the pie won't bake, and I don't got time to waste/
Too many nights they deprived me steak/
I wanted rib-eyes/
Grew up in a pig sty with sick ties to semi's/
Where friends die walking to school/
The other side wants static like they bought you some wool/
They pour salt on your wounds/
Pick and choose your direction: you either pack a matic, or you're 
manicly depressive/
Under pressure to leave/
Long sleeves where they cover your heart/
Running a race, no cleats, so you struggle to start/
You stutter; mumble to talk, learn to articulate/
Authenticate your style, embrace where you're taking it now/
I know you're sick of cats shaking you down/
It builds character/
Soon enough you're feeling superior.

Chorus Repeated

Verse 3:
I vomit realness/
Saving up to cop a building, for my familia,
millions'll probably stop the stealing/
Killing is dead, get it?/
Figured the figures, configured to get the bread, living it up
while the feds listen/
Morning, my head risen/
Brushing my teeth, contemplating cooking the beef just for something
to eat/
You're street? Then you relate to that/
Manifestation rap/
The infiltration from the station got us pacing back/
I stay in tact like a poster/
Posted in the crib, hopeful. Watching 50 Cent talk to 
Oprah, to describe the culture/
My homie Sean tatted both his arms/
You'd think he thuggin', but he putting most his dough in bonds/
My local charm did the most for me/
Openly prophetic, told 'em I would do it, though my tone was jokingly/
Move like a tectonic plate, replace coca leaves/
No retreat, rolling deep, different kind of potency.

Chorus Repeated 2x's

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