Roc Marciano - Trying To Come Up lyrics

[Verse 1 - Boldy James] It's been a long hard struggle And an even longer grind Since I learnt how to hustle I've been eating off the rind In the concrete jungle Where they feed you to the lions Early n***a getting money Size [?] On the South [?] service drive North and thirty-ninth Percy the Prince of Persia Cheese, he the don And [?] keep the nine I'm pretty sure once before You dun met my neighbours Now it's time to meet the [?] In these streets mainline, it's mafia what else It make [?] that's a honor of [?] Hundred thousand doller bill n***a this sh** is real Tryna bond out of jail on 10 per cent of a mil' When you looking at an L getting blamed For everything under the sun Except the n***as that you k**ed Sitting in my cell thinking bout the hit Now everytime I dream about the sh** i get the chills Waking up in hot sweats gripping steel Living in the projects missing meals Eating a gas station combo that's a cigarill' Pack of squares, some [?] and a ginger ale But now I'm tipping scales [?] coming in the mail And at the end of the day, I'm tryna pin a tail I got that white girl and I don't kiss and tell [Chorus - Sample] I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up [Verse 2 - Roc Marciano] Blunt and the coke The cribs cold the furnace is broke Young n***as turning coat but I'm awoke See C-Notes the dream was to flea to Rio With something mean speak Creole My ambition, Christian Dior, Valentino Ski on a kilo, my tee is fitted like a guido Still get that VO on the D-low Steamboats, linen blowing Skin be glowing n***as chest showing I'm not a limp pop in the clip Hollows with the copper tip Street politics, them n***as old The fifth will show, my sh** is like a fishing pole Play the grave shift Blaze spliffs with the suede kicks My asian b**h in the whip Wait patient while I'm throwing dice Over Nikes, frozen ice Cold bites, your partners is fed to the mice Wet the carpet, your carca** is super market Bull dog come out the shooters harness Your arm spit? Nah never left your armpit Surrounded by fiends this sh** is like a mosh pit They raided the crib, the guage is near the bed While I jump out the window and break a leg I'm too cold to break a sweat, wait next The weight is wet, the weeds laced with wet The D's chase, squeeze eights, escape d**h Take steps, playing with cakes is like russian roulette The touch or bump ways to connect Your men could take it to the neck, take a bet Spray the tec with no bayonet Evade the net, pay the debt Never slept n***a [Chorus - Sample] I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up