Came Up
From Hawaii to the streets of LA (We came up)
To Miami where them Kings like to play (We came up)
From the bottom to the top gettin paid
Came up yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no stoppin us so get out the way
Rise from the ashes
I never born livin Lavish Dem neva let us
But now we got cabbage
That's why man ah deal with dem savage Work a put in
Now look what I established I never settled for average Studied the laws of attraction
Now I manifest whatever I imagine Give me the beat
And just watch for the damage Pass me the fire
Well I got the matches
Dem said i'm the baddest lyricist on the planet
Dem love how mi sound but dem don't understand it But I nuh run from it
I accept the challenge so gladly
Cuz where I come from people suffering badly but we came up Like the sun on the sand on the beach on the coast of Miami
Yeah we came up
From Hawaii to the streets of LA (We came up)
To Miami where them Kings like to play (We came up)
From the bottom to the top gettin paid
Came up yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no stoppin us so get out the way
Ya aparentan ser Bruce Wayne
Creen que inventaron el game
Ya manejas el autotune, cool
Pero nunca serás T-Pain
Aunque lleva gold chain
Aunque brinda champagne
Respecto para ChampagnePapi
Pero admiro mas a Coltrane
Con una bala como puto John Wayne
No pain No gain
Ya tiene su cupo
A mi no me preocupo
Si ocupa tu grupo
Lo pongo de luto y en cuatro
Fácil lo mastico así lo domestico
Yo tengo más vida que un gato
Corren sin motivos
Yeah we came up
From Hawaii to the streets of LA (We came up)
To Miami where them Kings like to play (We came up)
From the bottom to the top gettin paid
Came up yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no stoppin us so get out the way
I be running so hard people start thinking that I'm psycho
They gon call me crazy till they realize I'm an idol
Hustle hustle bang bang That's my flow
Straight into the jet from the studio
All I really got in the back is the money bag and a bible Whoo ayyy
6 o'clock in the morning I thank God for life
10 years in
We came to win
And the Islands call it a heist I got masters we own them
You got masters you owe them Break of dawn
We still on one Now nominated
We golden yeah yeah
Yeah we came up
From Hawaii to the streets of LA (We came up)
To Miami where them Kings like to play (We came up)
From the bottom to the top gettin paid
Came up yeah yeah yeah
Ain't no stoppin us so get out the way
Deh pon di gravel a travel, me nuh wobble, mi nuh bend
If mi fi turn mah back pon all mah family, radda dead
Seh mi live nice now, used to deh pon di corner dem
Now mi haffi whip di big body GLE pon di corner dem
Credits
Writer(s): Keron Mark Salmon, Analea K. Brown, Joseph B. Fotu, Ainsley Robert Jones, Jerome Kaisa Taito, Lui Ivan Kirimaua, Sasualei Maliga Jr., Taumata Jerome Grey, Manuel Lorente Freire, Luis Miguel Gomez Castano, Mario J Agustine, Gabriel Emerson Roland, Sean Michael Dane Francis
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