The Come Up (feat. Malcolm Whitelow)

Fake it till You make it, Ima wing it till i'm taking flight
Hanging with the makers, in a hangar, made mistakes in life
And late at night, i'm thinking bout it, been tryna get payment by
The weight of five not-so-petite accountants, we raising prices
Same as eye brows on a face astounded, the rate is high
Adjacent by, the sound when the bass is pounding, i'm faded
Tryna drown out that other shit, down out and under shit
I just need a break and then a thou' wow for my mother shit
I just need some change, these changes wild now and they doubling
Up like everyday my brothers down south and they hustling
Kick shit every track could catch a round house and we running shit
I can't have no fear, can't have no doubt now if we stuck in this
Need oven mits
Flow hot, you can't touch or try to clone it know these struggle fits
Clean, but really need to buy some mo' shit, wait
Only got my dream, i lost the dollar buying smoke
This shit is bogus, though it's better living this than living hopeless

Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here we are
Yeah here we are
Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Know some fakes have crossed the real for this moment
Well here we are
Now here we are

This the C-O-M-E-U-P, not gone move me from position
I been clutching double shifting
While we drift through competition
Hey, niggas fishy, eyeing tryna get me, never take the bait
I done came up in them trenches, don't let niggas touch your plate
Safe guard your faith, the devil tryna get with me like everyday
My momma say, "It's different when you be popping your own shit"
Don't let these bitches get in my head just ride my own dick
Stayed up on my job I been working I'm on some grown shit
We patient right?
Used to fuck bitches without no condom Just to play with life
Now it's protection for niggas out here trynna play with mine
Stand at attention we on a mission
Got product In need whipping and records that's out here flipping
These shoulders heavy no chipping the weight away
I'm gone lug it, pushing up like a shove it
Don't worry nigga I does it like, so effortless
Even working harder these niggas, still won't sweat the shit
I'm breaking bread and still gone have a snack lil bitch

Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here we are
Yeah here we are
Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Know some fakes have crossed the real for this moment
Well here we are
Now here we are



Credits
Writer(s): Makhi Torres
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