The Come Up
Uh
DZA, D.R.A.M
Really
I said, we went from plaid boxers to Polo briefs
And I show my ass
See these horses, that's up on me
So we went from nickel bags to O-Z's
So we came up, way up, yeah
Went from chasing hoes to chasing cheese
And your bitch mad
You mad 'cause she on me
And we went from IOU's to, "What you need?"
So we came up, way up, yeah
Right, really fucking cool, keep it frost
Ain't shit changed but the weather and my drawers
Sour coming out of my pores
Under the tobacco, Vanill- of course
I smell like Boss, look like wealth
Through that wave
I'm Mike Phelps, you that maid
Look like help
Tryna find the plug, I'm the plug myself
You ain't gotta kiss the ring shawty, kiss my belt
My life right now got me like I love my health
But I'm still like, "Something got to give"
A lot of niggas die before they dead, I gots to live
I came from the bottom, not a pot to piss and shit
Like a million others, but what make me different is
I turned my dreams to reality
Come through the hood casually
Few niggas salty, but I know I'm who they rather be
Get money, take care of the faculty
I said, we went from plaid boxers to Polo briefs
And I show my ass
See these horses, that's up on me
So we went from nickel bags to O-Z's
So we came up, way up, yeah
Went from chasing hoes to chasing cheese
And your bitch mad
You mad 'cause she on me
And we went from IOU's to, "What you need?"
So we came up, way up, yeah
Right, take credit for the wins and losses
I know what I know, I just search for the reassurance
Niggas dyin' to be important
Souls get bought quite often
No integrity, what you talking?
All things, offsprings get lost in
The system of these streets we involved in
Either you crack slinging or ballin'
The American dream to get rich and the whole hood all in
Uh, hustlers will watch me maneuver through
Prime example, you could do it too
In my lane speeding like I'm Ricky Bobby
Posted up in any lobby
Six degrees of separation, I give it to anybody
Faded off the dour and the Henney probably
Get rich schemes, I got many hobbies
League of my own, I ain't got many rivalries
9/11 you know where I be
Unlimited credit line with Ike'
I said, we went from plaid boxers to Polo briefs
And I show my ass
See these horses, that's up on me
So we went from nickel bags to O-Z's
So we came up, way up, yeah
Went from chasing hoes to chasing cheese
And your bitch mad
You mad 'cause she on me
And we went from IOU's to, "What you need?"
So we came up, way up, yeah
Writer/s: Sean Pompey, Shelley Marshaun Massenburg-Smith