The Come Up
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
Swear I be, running the game
When I been driving off with mad fumes
Riding Topanga like my name was Cory Matthews
Sticking it to my ink and pad like a tattoo
Riding to the top, no side streets or avenues
I'm aiming to shift the culture, crafting my sound like sculptor
Standing so tall with not a single crack on me like sculpture
I'm feeling the pain and pressure eating me up just like a vulture
Too mentally strong to let my enemies push me to falter
I'm following on the righteous path of the straight and narrow
Letting it flow all through my veins, bones, and my marrow
Know many people losing their mind to get up out the borough
For diamond bezels, hoes, clothes, cars and deniro
From everything that get them all a little high to
Smoking up all the things that get them lifted high too
Know that I'm bound to face it all if I want it too
All for the point of making millions off a rap tune
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Vibe, vibe, I got you
Vibe, vibe, I got you
I said I'm, aiming the top
You couldn't stop me with your best play
Ready or not, you see me coming for that first place
Look dead in my eyes 'cause when I talk, I'm playing no games
I'm running amuck, so step aside and give me more space
I'm giving no fucks and thats real, only got dreams to excel
Swear when I breathe, I make you exhale, it ain't hard to tell
Just another poetic rhymer coming about from Woodland Hills
Repping the West but see my stories hold a different tale
Some dreamers come and go, faced against these scums and foes
Thinkin' face it, you ain't made, it's time to get your ass back home
It's either that or they just beat themselves with words and flows
Strugglin' for the hopes of seeing cash and whips fill out with hoes
Thats how it goes, thinking thats purely what raps about
Counting your mula and spend it, don't save it for a drought
I hold a different intention in this game without a doubt
Looking 'round my city thinking that I gotta make it out
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Vibe, vibe, I got you
Vibe, vibe...
Live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
You know it's real when it's live from the 818
Even the real motherfuckers can never relate
Swear I be, running the game
When I been driving off with mad fumes
Riding Topanga like my name was Cory Matthews
Sticking it to my ink and pad like a tattoo
Riding to the top, no side streets or avenues
I'm aiming to shift the culture, crafting my sound like sculptor
Standing so tall with not a single crack on me like sculpture
I'm feeling the pain and pressure eating me up just like a vulture
Too mentally strong to let my enemies push me to falter
I'm following on the righteous path of the straight and narrow
Letting it flow all through my veins, bones, and my marrow
Know many people losing their mind to get up out the borough
For diamond bezels, hoes, clothes, cars and deniro
From everything that get them all a little high to
Smoking up all the things that get them lifted high too
Know that I'm bound to face it all if I want it too
All for the point of making millions off a rap tune
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Vibe, vibe, I got you
Vibe, vibe, I got you
I said I'm, aiming the top
You couldn't stop me with your best play
Ready or not, you see me coming for that first place
Look dead in my eyes 'cause when I talk, I'm playing no games
I'm running amuck, so step aside and give me more space
I'm giving no fucks and thats real, only got dreams to excel
Swear when I breathe, I make you exhale, it ain't hard to tell
Just another poetic rhymer coming about from Woodland Hills
Repping the West but see my stories hold a different tale
Some dreamers come and go, faced against these scums and foes
Thinkin' face it, you ain't made, it's time to get your ass back home
It's either that or they just beat themselves with words and flows
Strugglin' for the hopes of seeing cash and whips fill out with hoes
Thats how it goes, thinking thats purely what raps about
Counting your mula and spend it, don't save it for a drought
I hold a different intention in this game without a doubt
Looking 'round my city thinking that I gotta make it out
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Seems like I've been only focused on getting bigger
And my only aspiration in this game's to get richer
And the lyrics that I'm spitting like they coming out the scripture
And my come up looking like a motion picture, so watch it
Vibe, vibe, I got you
Vibe, vibe...
Live from the 818
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Jorimi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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