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"Come Up"

[7 seconds fades-in]

[Intro: Male speaks]
And now, for our feature presentation...

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - Ain't no time for slippin'! - Captain of this boat
You in that water you don't listen, - cause I gotta get the dough.
I got the mind to get to it, look how I bomb through my music;
These old niggas musta forgot - they got Alzheimer's and stupid!
I re-up, rhyme and recoup it; (rhyme and recoup it!)
Uhh! - Just-look-at-my-time and I been shinin' since Whoo Kid; (shinin' since Whoo Kid!)
Uhh! - Nigga, I'm grindin', mountain climbin' and I stay fresh (uh-huh!)
Dominate for business, now my name stretch, same guy, grey sky, grade-9, great vest! (great vest!)
Fuck it! Roll up, that's the way I'm livin';
Sucker niggas baby-sittin' for my favorite women.
Pockets full of C-notes, - memories full of I-O-U's;
Lou' Vuitton peacoat, - sleek will shut entire crew.
Blue, - plug and leave 'em, that's just how I do,
Masterpieces every time I drew, Jeffrey Dahmer you!
Dining-room, I'm dinin', yeah! - Dennis to McDonald, fool.
Boy, don't bring the drama here! - Heat-seekers follow you. - And you! (and you...)

It's about time a nigga come up, (come up!) - gritty for a Looord;
Ain't no runnin' out you run up. (run up!) - Ain't nuttin' treated smaaall!
Mine clockin' on the run-down. (run-down!) - Party 'til it's sun up (sun up!)
Foreign cars kitted, all these bitches gettin' in it! (gettin' in it!) [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - These niggas can't see me! - Motherfuckin' chief
Three different whores all in my teepee. - Which one am I gon' keep?
I got the blood of a playa, spend all the money you pay her;
Got a mansion from music cause my flow nice as my neighbor.
I hit the dope vein! (dope vein!) - The "H.F.M." is flowin', goin' Soul Train
"H.A.M" all on the track in my new rope chain!
Bottles of that co-paign. - Model mami Coke frame,
Twenty bands stuffed in Trues. - Icy wrist? - Nuttin' brews!
Every month another cruise, closet damn near closin in;
'80, '90-somethin' shoes, five colors of other Choo's.
Big jewelry out in the open, - so they wan' judge me;
You know the verdict, young black with money so I'm some dummy!
Racism, - facets of what my grandma seen;
Frontin down M.L.K. - jammin' while you play that scheme.
Smoke in Lamborghin's, South Jamaica man of cream;
Style out here'll get you stomped. - Turn your head to trampoline! - Mean!


[32 seconds instrumental]

[Outro: Sample from Les Variations': "Maybe Forever"]
"November fiinally fiinds me heee-eeere,
Just like the treeees so coold and baaa-aaare." [echoes] [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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