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"The Come Up, Pt. 1" lyrics by JONWAYNE
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"The Come Up, Pt. 1"
[feat. Scoop De'Ville]

[Verse 1: Jonwayne]
Just as soon as the sun touch the meadow
I was born
Handcuffed to strings of Geppetto
I was more
I swore that I would make it out alive
Until the point
That I had blood pumping into my eyes
I'm just a cardiac ghost that wants his body back
Riding whips like I'm running beside the Pontiac
Spitting Busta and Dirty Bastard since second grade
Standing up to the bullies for change
Like lemonade
The East Coast held it down for me lyrically
The West Coast spiritually
Feeling the rhythm kept me together
Because my friends are hard to find
With so many enemies
My memories were flaking around me
Like winter leaves
Got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses
Now I'm possessing the words to put my enemies in hearses
Now they doubletake
And look away
And run away
And I don't blame 'em
Before I have another thing to say...

[Verse 2: Scoop DeVille]
I remember pulling up in the limousine
To elementary
All the students, the faculty, the principal
Mad at me
As he should be
Like "how you get the diamonds
And the jewelry?
That explains how you mackin' all the cuties"
Hickies, on her booby
Left hand on her booty
Always on duty
My real life is like a movie
In and out of meetings in 15
With these beats in rhymes
Dropped out of school at the same damn time
Making moves like a grown man wish he could
While you let your time fly by
I was living good
Braided up
Hundred stacks
Baby girl ass so fat
She 'bout to give it up
It never fails
Heads or tails
When I'm sitting on chrome
She gon' blow
Oh well
Outside the hotel
Check out by 12
Mr. DeVille
Peace out
We I'll!

[Verse 3: Jonwayne]
I was never the type to bet on my life
Until I learned that I could dissect
As sharp as a knife
Used to daydream about being cat
And chasing the mice
With my claws out, jaws out
Had to get the gauze
I was only 7
Dreaming about cutting the bully's balls out
Searching for a female companion
So I could ball out
Handsome little bastard
With tantrums decides to call out
It's no wonder that my body and psyche
Had had a fallout

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