Audio Push - Come As You Are lyrics

I go to sleep wide awake, and I wake up tired
You niggas go to sleep as rappers
And wake up fired
If this is the first thing you're hearing
Dammit you're already late
This is perfect, I'll start with
All things I hate, like this
I hate people that follow trends
And wear the same fashion
I don't like people that hear wack
Music and say it's classic
I hate when people bring up
Teach Me How To Jerk
Cause now my lyrics murk
And they just salty I'm amazing at it
Bring it back, it's time for me to address
Stress over these niggas
I'm having a hard time getting
Impressed over these niggas
I hate that you're gon' hear this and
Think that it's a negative song


When you should just change and
Prove my negatives wrong moving on
I hate people that don't rep there
Hometown in fear of being lame
Yeah, I said it
I hate people that don't rep there
Hometown in fear of being lame
Huh, the game done changed, cause it's like
So many people try to be Hov
In fear of being Dame
That these new boys wings get clipse by
The new young guns of the game
So don't criss cross my words nigga
You don't hear this from California
So I guess were just outcasts
Can you smell the stank on ya
What the fuck is up
This niggas fucking nuts off of that indo
Not even a little, nigga this is the intro
And your problems are stronger than your legs
And you can't run very far
So grab your sins and your friends
And come as you are

Heavenly Father, please
Keep Satan far from my path
And keep these fake frauds and trifling
Broads away from my stash
They say when you give don't give to
Receive and give what you feel
So if I'm gonna give y'all anything
I'm gonna give y'all that real

Now close your eyes
And picture this crib with no
Grass in the front
With a Ford Taurus in the driveway
With no gas or with pumps
All the way to school momma asking
If I'mma pass or gonna flunk
Cause, I sit in class writing raps all day
Cause I got the passion to stunt
But, I didn't need no class to
Pass 'cause I know the math
Used to rock my Pro Club inside
Out just to show the tag
Southern California where them light skin
Bitches know they bad
From the area where niggas love their
Mommas but don't know they dads
But momma raised me well, all by herself
Even though we used to bump heads
I be pissed off on that bunk bed
Slamming doors, talking slick
Acting like I'm running shit
Party jumping on the weekend but
I'm stuck on punishment
Get fed up and I move out, her pride high
She let me go
So work with H Team, my big homie
He help me grow told me get to the music
Be careful who you trust
Two things you better not ever give
That's up or a fuck, nigga, what
So I teamed up with Ok
Seen the top we made the
Plot to take the spot like fucking not
We kicking doors and breaking locks
Deep lockdown, Pete got so many styles
Kissing bitches that look like Jada Pinkett
She gucci wow, wow, now
Since we made a jerkin' song
The world's erupted
Like why Hit-boy sign them?
They can't rap, it's all these discussions
Ho you mean to tell me
Since we dance our music ain't bumpin?
'Cause please, let's not forget
2Pac was on stage humpty humping
Back up dancing like 'when in fact
He was good at singing that
Just to say your judgment ain't best
Just shooting yap
I pray to Christ and wish my haters confusion
IE 909 forever lost in the music
Come as you are

Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be as a friend, as a friend
As a known enemy come as you are