Cold 187um - Commin' Up lyrics

[Intro] Comming live and da-da-direct [Verse 1] Oh yeah Coming back at em' with a dope sack 4 n***as in a cut up cadillac Yo, up and down, front and back, side to side That's how it is in Cali if you're gonna ride I'm on my corner, so it's best that I be strapped Cause n***as out in Cali don't give a f** if I rap But for now, I plan to leave them switches alone Pull and swoop you like my ends from the riches I own See cause 80 percent of the time I don't do nothing but hustling The rest of the time I write rhymes and keep bustin' See my homie boulavard told me gold to go It don't take nothing but a word from me to pimp a hoe So at the age of 15 I had a room and a stable b**h don't say sh** just put my money on the table Cause big hustle? make a litte n***a pull rank So O.G's you best think twice if you're tryna' gank Cause if you do end up sh** outta luck Yeah, cause he really don't give a f** Yeah, yeah [Hook] That's how it is to me When i'm tryna come up That's how I live G When i'm tryna come up That's how i'm suppose to be When i'm tryna come up Don't get close to me Cause i'm tryna come up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up (why why why) The sky's the motherf**ing limit Yeah, i'm always out to get my stack on Ah, funk players in the house Come again funk players sing it, yeah The sky's the motherf**ing limit [Verse 2] Yeah I guess I'm like a villian in black, yo Cause I don't give a f** about the n***a's I jack, yo Cause his b**h is now my b**h And the n***a who snitch He found dead in a ditch, yo You wanna know why I had a Murder Rap Why I had to write it and why I had to recite it It's more deeper than the average gang banger Cause me and my crew are much more than just dope slangers We sold Ki's, we sold Ki's That's gonna {flock?} n***as still talking bout' nine's I'm gonna Glock ya' So clock on, so clock on Till I can't clock no more Then after that maybe go find my hoe So if you ever out in Cali Best believe you have big bank Cause these b**hes out in L.A Will put your status on point Nothing but the motherf**ing stars Where the n***as in the ghetto got the flyest cars Yo, n***as ballin from here to Mississippi Hittin the corner, back and forth A couple of times just to make a quicky Now people tell me how will it ever stop With the players out of town kickin 30 ya' a pop No, I do my thing from Frisco to Maine I even got some sh** sowed up in Sweden and Spain Yo, so I guess I'm just a player with luck Nah, just wasn't giving a f** [Hook] That's how it is to me When i'm tryna come up That's how I live G When i'm tryna come up That's how i'm suppose to be When i'm tryna come up Don't get close to me Cause i'm tryna come up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up (why why why) The sky's the motherf**ing limit Yeah, i'm always out to get my stack on Funk players in the house Come again funk players house Sing it for em' yeah Uh, yeah The sky's the motherf**ing limit Yeah i' m always out to get my stack on [Verse 3] On to the next city Out of town through the {track?} With my man toe truck willy He was a mack but from way back Him and my dad was 2 hog's pushing a 'lac I was only 8 years old They put me in the middle, and we rolled Collecting from the b**hes on the stroll Paying punk a** cops off From being on the pay roll Yeah, going to the {demilish?} shack Playing pool, running them numbers And maybe shooting crap If a fight broke out my pop's would tell me, peep Before the sh** gets deep You gotta pull your heat Because you never ever know What the next player pimps Cause n***as be thinking they hoeing {never they had them, never they keep?} You can bank em' But then you have to shank em' But think you're only provoking So now you gotta smoke em' Yeah, cause the {O.G's sit on And then new comes in?} It's like a never ending story Again and again and again [Hook] That's how it is to me When i was tryna come up That's how i'm living G Cause i'm tryna come up That's how it's suppose to be When i'm tryna come up Now get close to me Cause see i'm tryna' come up That's how i'm living G When i'm tryna come up That's how it's suppose to be When i'm tryna come up That's how I's suppose to be When i'm tryna come up You don't f** with me Because i'm tryna come up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up The sky's the motherf**ing limit Yeah, uhh, i'm always out to get my stack on Yeah, ah, funk players in the house Come again 1 time for em' Come again sing it to em' Yeah, uhh The sky's the motherf**ing limit Yeah, uhh, i'm always out to get my stack on Yeah, uhh It's a mad, mad world The black mafia life