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