General Beats - The Come Up lyrics

(Intro) Smoking hookah in this b**h It's good Uh (Verse 1) Went from laying down records in the basement booths To recording where multi-platinum producers and artists Laid the platform for this sh** to happen aw Seems to me like all the glamour is for the TV That's why I hustle so hard So that kids say they want to be me When they get older Hoping for some exposure Living legends pushing the envelope Like they're supposed to I remember when Hov and Damon Back in '99 put on that tour with X And Method Man It bright in my eyes uh That changed the game people thought it wouldn't happen But now they got the chains and cars And watches just to match it aw Me and my homies out to get it I'm switching lanes in traffic With n***as I'll give a kidney Man all I do is vibe Some say it's suicide Addressing all my flaws but all my flaws I utilize Trying to keep two alive my flesh and my spirit Steady coming with lyrics I'm shutting out all these critics Consider myself a chemist in the Yo experimenting with flame I'm checking into the game With three seconds to hit the game winner Ha and you can tell that I'm flame spitter Like I took a shot of gas and lit it Yeah I'm on the road to riches I'm fighting all through these trenches Steady f**ing with b**hes That throw my heart in the ditches Always dirtying dishes cause I'm eating records I hope my chain match the status of my records It's platinum (Hook) I'm just trying to give you that real n***a x3 I'm just trying to give you that real Youngin on the come up I'm just trying to give you that feel n***a (Verse 2) Like they say I got all the hoes Money cars and clothes I'm really the same n***a from the Lou They see me in the club with women Standing up on the stage sipping In the VI with hookah and they instantly get to stripping Maybe half of the reason is because of who my team is or They see these chains and start wondering what my jeans is or They see this money and wondering where the green is Well you ain't getting none of that I'm trynna to be the Bruce Lee to the rap game Kicking errbody a** Swerving in something like an Aston With my foot up on the gas I ain't worried bout the fame I'm just headed straight for the cash And ever since I cut my hair These b**hes begging me to smash (Well alright) I'm gon' k** em I swear the summer is mine I'm bringing my team with me so all my n***as can shine Every weekend with b**hes and all of em nine or dimes But them eights be feeling like heaven I f** em good all the time That's real (Hook) (Verse 3) Look all I'm trying to do is get rich quick man Trying to get the draws from the same b**h man But all she wanna do is f** the same dick man In my mind I just know she a rat though She just wanna f** a real n***a on the map yo That's why she always in the VIP on my lap yo Her friend said she got some good brains Well let's hop up in this Range And you can come put ya face in my lap yo Fourth quarter all I wanna do is graduate Man I've been greedy can I get some more Sally Mae Cause all this stressing over funds for tuition Seems like it's the real reason I'm in the kitchen Put in work on the pro tools All these lame n***as is old news I'm trynna to figure out why n***as ain't ready Sacrificing these lines I'm trying to give you that raw And every time I write a verse I think about if it's hard Then I rewrite it again and make it come from my heart Yea I'm tired of coming up short Well God help me Cause I'm drowning trying to swim up shore But I'm too heavy Feel like anchors at my ankles and my wrists is handcuffed That's the reason I pray man Man I just keep my hands up Cause any day an officer can shoot me with my hands up Cause in this town that I'm living The feds will light yo a** up And n***as broke so they forced to sell and get they bands up n***a!