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Artiste : Young M.A
Titre : Da Come Up
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
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin´, uh
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
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
My ex-bitch, had to X that
Didn´t feel right, so I left that

On to the next that
Now it´s fuck 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
´Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10´s with the silencer
Even wildin´ out, it ain´t wild as us
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV´s on the pedal
Bring the luggage up, racks in the passenger
Whole gang full of savages
Hunt ´em down like a scavenger

Man down if he acting up
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
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 thottie
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

Ayy, big shit, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean?

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