Lyrics sleepin on ah come up - Majin Rome

What a Mess
How you trynna make quick moves homie life is
Chess
Sleeping on the come up might as well put it to
Rest
I rise up every new day thank the sky alive I'm
Blessed
Doing what I gotta do and God handles the
Mess
How you trynna make quick moves homie life is
Chess
Sleeping on the come up might as well put it to
Rest
I rise up every new day thank the sky alive I'm
Blessed
Doing what I gotta do and God handles the rest

Come take a look in my crystal orb
I'm still the same?
you're misinformed
Evolving through these different forms
Not the plug an extension cord
Downs come with ups like bungee cords
I'm light and dark like ouija boards
What kind of weed is this all sorts
She a 10 plus more when she on all fours
Fuck the Gov' till my dick get sore
They brainwashed me, sick with the norm
9 to 5 not what I'm for
I'm trying to be Rome all 24
I'm still broke but fixed the flow
Got the bars ain't talking Moe's
Take my turn give it a go
Died & returned been here before

What a mess
How you trynna make quick moves homie life is
Chess
Sleeping on the come up might as well put it to
Rest
I rise up every new day thank the sky alive I'm
Blessed
Doing what I gotta do and God handles the
Mess
How you trynna make quick moves homie life is
Chess
Sleeping on the come up might as well put it to
Rest
I rise up every new day thank the sky alive I'm
Blessed
Doing what I gotta do and God handles the rest

I am that I am
An artist a pothead a goat where I stand
An Alien who's lost don't know where I am
I am a God yet pay Uncle Sam
We all going home was always the plan
Ain't trying to rush it just do what I can
Chill with the sun you can tell by the tan
Packing the steal like Im collecting cans
Music in rotation like a ceiling fan
It's likely my shit that I'm playing again
My number one fan ain't playing pretend
Too focused on others why they never win
Yeah I'm a beast created from sin
What about you? How'd you get in?
The lust that most folks hide within
Is why we are here salute to them
Got bars no cells need no micro lens
Since a Bible kid been on Michael shit
Killing like vehicles idling
In closed spaces till your vitals end
Power up I went Kaio-ken then
Hadouken like I'm Ryu or Ken
Make rivals turn friends
They want a bio with wins
I'm Homicidal with pens