Come Come Pro Era

[Verse 1: Rokamouth]
Yo the first born son was a burnt lit star
Certain sounds could just touch my heart
Working hard, and my team still starve
Outchea, for us they pulling new cars on these old rap farts
Top the fools, i'm off these charts
I said, switching pronto, no need to front ho
Used to look at him like that's my uncle
Now it's a shame that I got to hunt you
Bangin' on my own beats, won't need Russell
Young nigga, Running up, snatch and hustle
It's a BK nigga, bouta strap the muscle
If your raps are wack and you lack the bundle
Cause I do it all, young enough to live and see old kings fall
Old enough to keep my force still strong
Throwing the track like a cannon ball
Through your walls, you're gonna hear my call
Certified til I die I'm raw
If I hit the stu, and come back with mo'
I put it in the stores', Platinum fo' sho'
And spend it all on dro like I've done before
If a trap star could, let a trap star grow
I'll flip my dough because that's all I know
24/7 and never ends all ho
.44 let my lungs feel smoke
And I've kept it trill cause that's all we know
That's 47 goonz, made that track with smoke
Niggas on my throats, shooting shows on tours
Leave it to my pros and my young bro Joe
Cause it’s not his fault, they putting styles on halt
And my other side glides each line I float
See my mind in my rhymes on boss
Rap rebels of a walking line
They marching even on the front line
When the time comes
Roka keep it loaded if know you better wanna run
[?] Hanging off the tongue, stay spitting hot bullets
Now my whole verse done
Come, Come