Come Up

[Verse 1]
Way before I knew about stick-ups
Or calling the dope man to pick up
I didn't know about dark man
I was probably in the park with my niggas doing kick-ups
Before a nigga knew to get the gun out
I was begging mum so I could come out
Cause everybody was playing run-outs
Rude to the girls, they probably stick their tongue out
My first boots were some Gola
I thought I was Ravanelli and Zola
No pressure on my shoulders
I was happy with a Happy Meal and cola
But life got colder, started following the steps of the olders
Looking road names with the gold chains
Selling cocaine, niggas whipping round in the Rover

[Verse 2]
I remember when I had my first fist fight
With a nigga that I really disliked
Yeah it didn't go too well
But I swear man I was fucking up niggas by my fifth fight
Running on the road, robbing niggas for their phones
I got my first gold cap off of Old Kent Road
You know how it goes, stuck up on the road
Niggas started hustling, yeah we're fucking up the crow
Rocked so many niggas I've forgotten all their faces
Late teens, man I swear I saw so many cases
High-speed chases, regular bases
Wetting up niggas, bare blood up on my laces
Thinking where did it go wrong?
Little bad breed with all my gold on
Shit changed on the streets that we grown on
But I ain't finished nigga, hold on

[Verse 3]
I remember when we made the line blow up
Light and dark made me give the crow up
Bagging up buj made me wanna throw up
Olders on the ends telling us to slow up
I remember when I made my first five figures
Controlling the block with four, five niggas
We was ready to ride niggas
Circle of G's with no side niggas
I knew how to rap, I was nice with the mic
But I didn't really care, I was nice with the white
Copped a Rollie, icy and bright
Fucking all different girls, probably twice in the night
Reminiscing on the come-up
For the transactions I run up
But I ain't dead or in jail
So all I've gotta say is "Thank God" just to sum up