The Come Up

J. Cole

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    Money coming soon, nigga
    I'm on the come up, chill nigga, don't run up
    A yellow nigga finna rise and shine like the Sun up, (yea)
    My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a slut up
    I'm dying for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up
    They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up, (uh)
    Don't shed a tear, for a nigga might get done up
    But just say a prayer for a nigga might confront us
    Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up
    You coming to the ville, you gotta get a license from us
    City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up
    No pain, no gain, my nigga, I just numb up
    I blow brains, go bang a nigga if he jump up
    With no shame, don't blame a nigga if you shot up
    This is cocaine on flames, baking soda and water
    And if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it?
    Fall back, man, a nigga feeling crazy
    Shitting on niggas, like a nigga was still a baby, (uh)
    Carolina nigga, shout out to the ville, it raised me
    So many hoes whipped, you woulda thought we still in slavery
    And niggas still sleeping, they feeling lazy, (uh)
    A killa? Maybe, you make me, I will (uh)
    Cheat me on my scrilla, I'll send you to meet Dilla, (uh)
    From them NC streets where beef they deliver
    And the clip is on 'E' cause your chest got a filla
    A nigga like me just getting head like a pillow
    Bred like guerillas getting bread
    So long as my momma and my niggas getting fed
    Fuck what a niggas said, (man) I'm Fayettenam bombing
    Cause hatred is flattery, you bitch niggas is charming
    Who the fuck you harming? Boy y'all niggas is Charmin, (uh)
    And I'm on it, waiting for a target
    You fucking with the best, like Common
    Ah shit, pardon a nigga for departin'
    I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden
    A nigga finna blow, while you niggas is false alarmin. ' (uh)
    And just think though, I was raised on Ramen, (uh)
    Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon. '
    I promise my momma I was coming to make this money
    And I swear I'm a kill the nigga that try to take it from me
    Yeah

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    That's real talk, nigga!
    It's J. Cole, nigga, Therapist
    Whatever fuck you wanna call me, don't matter
    Make y'all niggas understand, man
    Yea!
    Know y'all can't believe yourself right now
    Yo this nigga from the south, naw
    He can't spit, how the fuck is he so good?
    Hahaha
    Open your eyes, motherfucker
    Can't see?
    Niggas on top! Yup!
    On top, yup, yup
    On top!

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