The Come Up

(Aye yo' 6ix, this shit is crazy right? Remember when we used to be in Lenny's basement and shit? Now, where we at? The Come Up)

Yeah, on the real, homie, on the real

Tell me how you feel

Everything I spit is gold, like I got a grill

Bet you people talking thought I'd sell out once I got a deal

Still me and my team, only difference, we live in the hills

We living a dream, these bitches perpetrating the skills

At the soup kitchen with my mama they giving us meals

I was poor in my adolescence but now I'm getting mills

Come on, tell me how it feels when that brand new record spills

Homie this the come up

I'm from where them drug dealers will run up

But I was never 'bout that shit, I just worked till the sun up

Oh, yeah

Claiming that they got it over there

But they never had it over there

Mother fucker this the come up

Came a long way, this the come up

Been a long time coming, it's the come up

Been a long damn time, it's the come up

Open your mind, this is work ethic

Ninety-nine percent of you couldn't comprehend the method

Cause you too wrapped up in the money and bitches

I get riches but never sacrifice the art

Been real from the start, now break it down

That super-duper-killer flow

All these bitches in here make you wanna kill a ho

It's kind of funny how the flow make me sound ignant

But you know the wordplay on another level, isn't it?

I been at it since a youngin' on a do'lo'

Till' I got a team and said bye to doing it solo

Bad bitches wanna' fuck me on the low, though

Tryna' break the ice, she like, "Can I get a photo?"

A long time comin', what you call that?

Shorty, blowin' up my phone, I promise to call back

Unless, you a crazy ass bitch

I'ma tell your ass to fall back

This the come up

Came a long way, this the come up

Been a long time coming, it's the come up

Been a long damn time, it's the come up