Kanye West - The Come Up lyrics

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Kanye West - The Come Up lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm on The Come Up Chill n***a, don't run up A yellow n***a, finna' rise and shine like the sun up My mind on that paper, I ain't trying to wife the s*ut up I'm dying for this cake and I ain't trying to wipe a crumb up They ride with the gun up, k** you and light the blunt up Uh, don't shed a tear if a n***a might get done up But, just say a prayer if a n***a might confront us Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up You coming to the 'Ville? You need to get a license from us City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up No pain no gain, my n***a, I just numb up I blow brains, Cobain a n***a if he jump up With no shame, don't blame a n***a if you shot up This is c**aine on flame, baking soda and water And if you feel that then I guess I sell crack, get it? Fall back, man, a n***a feeling crazy sh**ting on n***as like a n***a was still a baby Carolina n***a shout-out to the 'Ville that raised me So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery And n***as still sleepin they feelin lazy Uh, a k**er maybe, you make me I will Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla From them NC streets where the beef they deliver And the clip is on E cause your chest got a fill up While a n***a like me is just getting head like a pillow Bread like gorillas getting bred So long as my momma and my n***as getting fed f** what a n***a said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombing Cause hatred is flattery you b**h n***as is charming Who the f** you harmin'? Boy, ya'll n***as is charmin' And I'm armed and waiting for a target You f**ing with the best like Carmen Aw sh**, pardon a n***a for departing I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden A n***a finna blow while you n***as is false alarmin' And just think, man, I was raised on ramen -- chicken noodle soup Now I'm filet mignon-in' I promised my momma I was coming to make this money And I swear I'm going to k** the n***a that try to take it from me [Outro] Yeah, that's real talk, n***a It's J. Cole, n***a Therapist whatever the f** you wanna call him -- it don't matter You know, I'll make y'all n***as understand man I know you can't believe yourself right now You thinkin' this n***as from the south -- hahaha -- he can't spit -- how the f** is he so good? Open your eyes mothaf**a, can you see? n***as on top Yup. We on top

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