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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraThe Come Up
Money coming soon, niggaI'm on the come up, chill nigga, don't run upA yellow nigga finna rise and shine like the sun up, (yea)My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a slut upI'm dying for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb upThey ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up, (uh)Don't shed a tear, for a nigga might get done upBut just say a prayer for a nigga might confront usCause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs upYou coming to the ville, you gotta get a license from usCity on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun upNo pain, no gain, my nigga, I just numb upI blow brains, go bang a nigga if he jump upWith no shame, don't blame a nigga if you shot upThis is cocaine on flames, baking soda and waterAnd if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it?Fall back, man, a nigga feeling crazyShitting on niggas, like a nigga was still a baby, (uh)Carolina nigga, shout out to the ville, it raised meSo many hoes whipped, you woulda thought we still in slaveryAnd niggas 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 deliverAnd the clip is on 'E' cause your chest got a fillaA nigga like me just getting head like a pillowBred like guerillas getting breadSo long as my momma and my niggas getting fedFuck what a niggas said, (man) I'm Fayettenam bombingCause hatred is flattery, you bitch niggas is charmingWho the fuck you harming? Boy y'all niggas is Charmin, (uh)And I'm on it, waiting for a targetYou fucking with the best, like CommonAh shit, pardon a nigga for departin'I'm just getting green like a yard or a gardenA nigga finna blow, while you niggas 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 moneyAnd I swear I'm a kill the nigga that try to take it from meYeahThat's real talk, nigga!It's J. Cole, nigga, TherapistWhatever fuck you wanna call me, don't matterMake y'all niggas understand, manYea!Know y'all can't believe yourself right nowYo this nigga from the south, nawHe can't spit, how the fuck is he so good?HahahaOpen your eyes, motherfuckerCan't see?Niggas on top! yup!On top, yup, yupOn top!
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