J. Cole - The Come Up Lyrics
from: The Come Up Mixtape
Money coming soon, n*gga..
I'm on the come up, chill n*gga, don't run up,
A yellow n*gga finna rise and shine like the sun up, (yea)
My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a slut up,
I'm dying for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up,
They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up, (uh)
Don't shed a tear, for a n*gga might get done up,
But just say a prayer for a n*gga might confront us,
Cuz his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up,
You coming to the ville, you gotta get a license from us,
City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up,
No pain, no gain, my n*gga, I just numb up.
I blow brains, go bang a n*gga if he jump up,
With no shame, don't blame a n*gga if you shot up,
This is cocaine on flames, baking soda and water,
And if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a n*gga feeling crazy.
Sh*tting on n*ggas, like a n*gga was still a baby, (uh)
Carolina n*gga, shout out to the ville, it raised me,
So many hoes whipped, you woulda thought we still in slavery.
And n*ggas still sleeping, they feeling lazy, (uh)
A killa? maybe, you make me, I will (uh)
Cheat me on my scrilla, I'll send you to meet Dilla, (uh)
From them NC streets where beef they deliver,
And the clip is on 'E' cuz your chest got a filla.
A n*gga like me just getting head like a pillow,
Bred like guerillas getting bread,
So long as my momma and my n*ggas getting fed,
F*ck what a n*ggas said, (man) I'm Fayettenam bombing,
Cause hatred is flattery, you b*tch n*ggas is charming.
Who the f*ck you harming? Boy y'all n*ggas is Charmin, (uh)
And I'm on it, waiting for a target.
You f*cking with the best, like Common.
Ah sh*t, pardon a n*gga for departin',
I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden.
A n*gga finna blow, while you n*ggas is false alarmin.' (uh)
And just think though, I was raised on Ramen, (uh)
Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon.'
I promise my momma I was coming to make this money,
And I swear imma kill the n*gga that try to take it from me.
Thats real talk, n*gga!
It's J.Cole, n*gga, Therapist,
Whatever f*ck you wanna call me, don't matter,
Make y'all n*ggas understand, man,
Know y'all can't believe yourself right now,
Yo this n*gga from the south, naw,
He can't spit, how the f*ck is he so good?
Open your eyes, motherf*cker,
N*ggas on top! yup!
On top, yup, yup,
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