Song Lyrics

Came from the bottom, man
I feel like Martin Luther King, man

Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin' up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain (puttin' in work), uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed
I was runnin' like a snot nose, uh (run it up, run it up)
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin', uh (pour it up, pour it up)
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My grind wouldn't let me lose
Now this lil' nigga makin' heavy moves

Came back from the setback (hold up)
The realest out, I can bet that (bet)
Cee-lo with the dice game
Four, five, six, that's a head crack (check 'em off)
My ex-bitch, had to X that (bye)
Didn't feel right, so I left that (hello)
On to the next that
Now it's f*ck that, where the checks at? (Where the checks, man?)

Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain't no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh

No off days on the calendar (no)
'Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10's with the silencer
Even wildin' out, it ain't wild as us (glit)
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV's on the pedal
Bring the mileage up, racks in the passenger (skrrt, skrrt)
Whole gang full of savages (gang)
Hunt 'em down like a scavenger (glit)
Man down if he acting up (boom)
Never back down, never backing up
Get the backend, 'member back then I ain't have shit?
Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula (uh)
Nigga hatin' all in an Acura
Big body so big, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up
Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he, got me crackin' up (stupid)
Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet when I'm tappin' her
In that big body with a thick thotty
Got six jobs and like six hobbies, ooh

Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain't no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh

Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin' up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain, uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed
I was runnin' like a snot nose
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin'
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn't let me lose
Now this lil' nigga makin' heavy moves

Aye, big shit, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean?
(I had one bitch, few side hoes)
(Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed)
(I was runnin' like a snot)
Aye, finessing
Get back to the work, ain't no resting
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson
Now I count my money, count my blessing

Gregory Youance, Katorah Marrero

The duration of Da Come Up is 2:41 minutes and seconds.