The Come Up

2009 Action Bronson
Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
Outdoorsman shit, here we go

I've seen a fiend scrape the residue
And sniff it off a razor
After party for politicians with
Loafers and a blazer
Skipping AAA I'm coasting straight
Up to the majors
Linen in every seat drinking
Wine and eating capers, square
Holding the ground prep the
Animal for sacrifice
Rub the body with plenty garlic
And a classic spice
Holy Trinity, peppers onions celery
Every time I rap I'm on the
Verge to catch a felony
Standing in circles with my
Brothers puffin' product
Disturbers to the public call the
Coppers blew the spot up
Pulled us over a couple of
50's in the ankle socks
Most of it powder so it looks
Just like his ankle lock
I got the rap shit in the ankle lock
I got her screaming for submission trying to
Be up in the bank a lot
Currency’s the only logic
Brother bag the work come up funny
I leave you open like a faggot's shirt

Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
Action Bronson 2009 shit
Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up

You know the saga
Knee length coat made of llama
Purple in the Parma
Two ki's the Grana Padano
That’s for the cuisine
Stracciatell Siciliana
Boom fakers be gettin' vapor dog
You get with Anna
The wild fumes, beauty that the ground blooms
Ass fucking the diva leave her
With the brown moon
It's now June, tops get lowered off of whips
Flower flip
We grow the mushrooms out the cattle shit
Peddle shiftin' with my eyes
Closed I'm feeling great
Fire kissing the roasted salmon
On the cedar plank
Peep the plan get the money out the bordello
Five-seven the fattest ass
Shorty played the cello
Charge a thousand for fifteen
The white collars
Got the manuva serving knowledge
For the pipe scholars
Peace to Queens, she the queen of the life
Eating Pio Pio chicken
Smothered beans in the rice and we out

You know we creeping on the come up
You know we creeping on the come up