The Come Up歌词
I'm on The Come Up
Chill *****, don't run up
A yellow *****, finna rise and shine like the sun up
My mind on that paper, I ain't trying to wife the slut up
I'm dying for this cake and I ain't trying to wipe a crumb up
They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up
Uh, don't shed a tear if a ***** might get done up
But, just say a prayer if a ***** might confront us
Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up
You coming to the 'Ville? You need to get a license from us
City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up
No pain no gain, my *****, I just numb up
I blow brains, Cobain a ***** if he jump up
With no shame, don't blame a ***** if you shot up
This is ******* on flame, baking soda and water
And if you feel that then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a ***** feeling crazy
****ting on *****s like a ***** was still a baby
Carolina ***** shout-out to the 'Ville that raised me
So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery
And *****s still sleepin' they feelin' lazy
Uh, a killer maybe, you make me I will
Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla
From them NC streets where the beef they deliver
And the clip is on E cause your chest got a fill up
While a ***** like me is just getting head like a pillow
Bread like gorillas getting bred
So long as my momma and my *****s getting fed
**** what a ***** said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombing
Cause hatred is flattery you ***** *****s is charmin'
Who the **** you harmin'? Boy, ya'll *****s is charmin'
And I'm armed and waiting for a target
You ******* with the best like Carmen
Aw ****, pardon a ***** for departing
I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden
A ***** finna blow while you *****s is false alarmin'
And just think, man, I was raised on ramen -- chicken noodle soup
Now I'm filet mignon-in'
I promised my momma I was coming to make this money
And I swear I'm going to kill the ***** that try to take it from me
Yeah, that's real talk, *****
It's J. Cole, *****
Therapist whatever the **** you wanna call him, it don't matter
You know, I'll make y'all *****s understand man
I know you can't believe yourself right now
You thinkin' this *****s from the south, hahaha
He can't spit, how the **** is he so good?
Open your eyes ************, can you see? *****s on top
Yup, we on top
Chill *****, don't run up
A yellow *****, finna rise and shine like the sun up
My mind on that paper, I ain't trying to wife the slut up
I'm dying for this cake and I ain't trying to wipe a crumb up
They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up
Uh, don't shed a tear if a ***** might get done up
But, just say a prayer if a ***** might confront us
Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up
You coming to the 'Ville? You need to get a license from us
City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up
No pain no gain, my *****, I just numb up
I blow brains, Cobain a ***** if he jump up
With no shame, don't blame a ***** if you shot up
This is ******* on flame, baking soda and water
And if you feel that then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a ***** feeling crazy
****ting on *****s like a ***** was still a baby
Carolina ***** shout-out to the 'Ville that raised me
So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery
And *****s still sleepin' they feelin' lazy
Uh, a killer maybe, you make me I will
Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla
From them NC streets where the beef they deliver
And the clip is on E cause your chest got a fill up
While a ***** like me is just getting head like a pillow
Bread like gorillas getting bred
So long as my momma and my *****s getting fed
**** what a ***** said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombing
Cause hatred is flattery you ***** *****s is charmin'
Who the **** you harmin'? Boy, ya'll *****s is charmin'
And I'm armed and waiting for a target
You ******* with the best like Carmen
Aw ****, pardon a ***** for departing
I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden
A ***** finna blow while you *****s is false alarmin'
And just think, man, I was raised on ramen -- chicken noodle soup
Now I'm filet mignon-in'
I promised my momma I was coming to make this money
And I swear I'm going to kill the ***** that try to take it from me
Yeah, that's real talk, *****
It's J. Cole, *****
Therapist whatever the **** you wanna call him, it don't matter
You know, I'll make y'all *****s understand man
I know you can't believe yourself right now
You thinkin' this *****s from the south, hahaha
He can't spit, how the **** is he so good?
Open your eyes ************, can you see? *****s on top
Yup, we on top
