Joe Blow & Jo T - Comin To Me

@J0eBlow & @iamJoT drop a brand new joint! Produced by Michael Torossian @MTorossian209. Lyrics after the jump.

Lyrics:

(Joe Blow)

Blow; check a real nigga out though

Smokin on some top shelf
Leanin get topped off
Room on the top floor
Livin like a top dog
Ballin like I'm hot sauce
'Hunid what the drop cost
You know I'ma mob boss
Git a cop knocked off
Who the realist; not ya'll
My brody faced a hundred years and still did not talk
He'll neva see his son again
Feel like my fault
Rest in peace my nigga Nef
Bruh you still in my thoughts
So much lean in my system 
Been some years since I coughed
All my friends getting mad
I'm in the Benz when I park
Ain't around when I was down
You aint a friend from the start
Niggas say they getting down but aint around when we are
Yo niggas all clowns get from round my car
Before your body found by an old man in the park
Got a 4 up in my sprite
Old man in my cigar
Real niggas know goddamn well I'ma Boy, nigga

(Jo T)

Rollin in a Tahoe
Wit a semi-auto
Chasin after paper
Getting money is the motto
Yellow but I'm nothing like that nigga from Toronto
Out all day and I'm getting to it pronto
Grab her from the mall and I throw her in the Bronco
She just want the paper
But she could neva con Jo
Cuz they on Jo
Yeah I'm on yo chick
I play her like a bongo in the Congo
Good sex, chat it up, then I'm gone bro
She was crazy so I cut her like a lawn mower
My team takin off like rocket ships
Lit on a block wit kryp
Money in a pocket clip
Chain gang movin neva get the sprocket slip
I mess wit dro that make the eyes in ya socket trip
And if I see the one-time then its screechin tires
Wheels spinnin fast like sheets in dryers