The Come Up

[Verse 1]
Man it all started with a paper and a pencil
Pencils and pens are a mans utensils
Never accidental
Wait, hold up wait a minute, let me get it, let me spit it, imma show the solution
Hitting pussy ass niggas with the haduken
I’m not from Houston, rockets goes to moons and
Never gonna loose and who the fuck you choosing
Gums goes to chewing, guns goes the shootin’

[Chorus]
I’m the only nigga who came from the come up
No Young Sinatra but this is the come up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
I’m the only nigga who came from the come up
No Young Sinatra but this is the come up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up

[Verse 2]
Verses on verses on verses on verses
Some niggas avoiding me like I have curses
I’m working on singles cause this is the best for me
Bitch giving head for me, rest is just history
You ask how I write these I’ll say it’s a mystery
Go to the booth I sound just like Hillary
I needed a boost so niggas start calling me
I ate an apple and niggas are under me
Young niggy jiggy wanna aim for milly
When I start shooting you’ll be running all silly
Double barrel shotty, bullet name Ricky
Run, OPD, life too tricky
We need more cops like Tommy Norman
Respect all the blacks so the blacks won’t be forcing
Tell kids at a young age, you gave them a fortune
Now they got a Bentley, and they’re driving with caution

[Chorus]
I’m the only nigga who came from the come up
No Young Sinatra but this is the come up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
I’m the only nigga who came from the come up
No Young Sinatra but this is the come up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up

[Verse 3]
I was a youngin’ don’t know what to do
I was a youngin’ just breaking the rules
I was a youngin’ who learned from the youngin’s that youngin’s really have nothing to do
I was a youngin’ had dreams in my mind
I was a youngin’ who learned how to fight
I was that kid who didn’t know shit, but shit, now I’m living a risky life
You making a song all you do is repeating
Compare it to others you think you’re competing
Y’all niggas keep freezing, control-alt deleting
I never believed them to know all the reasons
Back in the closet, made shitty ass music
Apple earbuds sounded like I had mucus
But the drive for this hobby is more than amusing
Pen to the paper words are just oozing

[Chorus]
I’m the only nigga who came from the come up
No Young Sinatra but this is the come up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
I’m the only nigga who came from the come up
No Young Sinatra but this is the come up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up
No fucks are given so bitch shut the fuck up