The Come Up

Never understood how they switch like the seasons
I'ma keep it buck, 1 plus 99
I've been fresh since I stepped on the scene kid
I don't need no diamonds on my chain just to shine
I rock a Jesus piece, that's what I believe in
Bendicion out the door before I'm leaving
I rock with 24, Kobe, that's my Michael
Smoked a 8th to my face when he died, yeah I cried bro
Just want to vibe while I'm live in the West
Hit a right on 110 to the 10, now I'm westbound
Ever since a pup been a dawg, what a mess
I was taught not to fold when I'm tired and I'm stressed out
So you always see me working on the surface
Just trying to put that work in
Fuck being perfect
Might have doubted when I'm younger, but I'm learning
It's all how you handle it in life
You got to earn it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got to earn it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still learning
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got to earn it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh

Foos run their mouth, but stay ducking on that fade
That's okay, you're a punk anyway
You got a problem with somebody then just say it
Don't really got the time to be stressing what they're saying (I)
Make moves, trying to do my shit the fly way
My way, plus I'm always right around the way
Cruise Venice, that's that 187 highway
On my way to Venice with my lady she's a dime (Yeah)
Head to tails, dawg she never fails
I'm always winning when I'm with her, it ain't hard to tell
And we be bumping Go Crazy, like loud as hell
Y'all about to watch me blow up, like I'm mad as hell
I've been on one
Like I've been popped pills
Dawg I'm sick, what I spit, on this mic, I kill
This shit is facts tho, yeah you could check it for real
Christian Rhymez on the track, I'm on the grind for a mill, ugh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on the grind for a mill, player
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And we about to multiply it sky high like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on the grind for a mill, player
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ugh

Growing up, I used to freeze in the snow
Used to never see the ocean now I'm deep in the coast
Spit bars so clean like it's soap
Since the age of 16, I've been a fiend for that dope
No crack though
I'm talking rap flows
Shit I've been In and Out of line like a drive-thru
Used to work at 55 until I clocked out
I'm still focused on my grind cus I have to
I'll be paid, when that day comes I'll celebrate
For now I'm always on the grind
I'm trying to elevate
See I don't really got the time, so go ahead and hate
Miss me with that weak shit
Go and get your family straight
Ima worry about mines homie
Time on my side when I cop that Rollie (I'm a beast)
Never came up short when I speak
Only detours involved
Now we about to really eat (Damn)



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Writer(s): Christian Limon
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