| This is a come up
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| Grinding for the ones that I love
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| Fueled by the passion and pain
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| And all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Still I hold my head up high
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| And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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| I do it for the ones like me
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| And all people who’s just like you
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| No matter what they say about me
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| I’mma do whatever I gotta do
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| This is the come up
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| Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
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| The gutta, where niggas run up and they get done up
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| And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
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| Where them times are even harder without a father
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| Want a job but never bother
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| All about them commas, bigger diamonds and high designer
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| With all the finest women, goddess
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| With perfect bodies that we admire
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| This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money
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| They’ll murk a nigga now and got to church on a Sunday
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| Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country
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| It’s fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood
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| Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
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| When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining
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| And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying it storm
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| It’s no love, it ain’t a place for the weak
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| Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
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| This is the come up
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| Grinding for the ones that I love
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| Fueled by the passion and pain
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| And all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Still I hold my head up high
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| And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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| I do it for the ones like me
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| And all people who’s just like you
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| No matter what they say about me
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| I’mma do whatever I gotta do
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| Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
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| And dreams are never seemed couldn’t believe
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| And it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it
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| Anything you vision and anything you wishing you can live it
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| Just bare the witness they said i wouldn’t and i did it
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| What God intended from being label as a menace
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| To counting millions my daughter smiling every minute
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| I’m an a attendance oh lord i got my deal in the field
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| Crying hundred of tears feeling like that doughboy hit a lick for a meal
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| Riding round with that work know them weapons concealed
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| If them feds ever catch em leave them for 200 hundred years for that dope
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| And I know money come money go in the fame in the game
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| All the hate that it brings many lost some gave never changed not me
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| Gotta survive everyday know every morning i wake
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| I’m tryna come up
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| Grinding for the ones that I love
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| Fueled by the passion and pain
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| And all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Still I hold my head up high
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| And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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| I do it for the ones like me
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| And all people who’s just like you
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| No matter what they say about me
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| I’mma do whatever I gotta do
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| This is the come up
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| So, don’t you dare give up?
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| Keep your head above the clouds
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| And your eyes on the price
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| Don’t you dare give up?
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| This is for the grind
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| Grinding for the ones that I love
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| Fueled by the passion and pain
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| And all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Still I hold my head up high
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| And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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| I do it for the ones like me
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| And all people who’s just like you
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| No matter what they say about me
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| I’mma do whatever I gotta do
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| This is the come up
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| One day you gon make it out struggle
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| Don’t you worried now?
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| My brothers and my sisters, mama too
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| This is the come up |