Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect The Come Up, artist - Meekz.
Date of issue: 26.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Respect The Come Up |
Through all continue to build |
We have to respect the come up |
Look at how far you’ve come |
Respect the journey, man |
Count the blessings, accept the changes |
Appreciate the highs and the lows |
For the good and the bad all make us who we are today |
There is no ups without downs |
To struggle way out, you respect your own journey |
Respect when you see someone who comes from nothing |
And turns it into something |
Now that’s everything |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Huh |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Never cheat the grind |
You know I need to fly, stay away fro evil eye |
I’ma keep my G’s alive |
If I said it is for life |
If I want it, what’s the price? |
Spending what I like |
Got it off of chopping white |
On my block it wasn’t nice |
Got me robbing to survive |
Money problems on my mind |
Pull up, «Like what’s the vibe?» |
Keep my name off your mind |
I ain’t into gossip lies |
There ain’t no shortcuts to success |
Surrounded by buj at 17 when I seen my first bunk-bed |
Never know what’s gonna come next |
Police knocking at my door got my mum stressed |
Gotta stay ready, make the re-up stay heavy |
Never weigh pennies, gotta save pounds |
I don’t rap, I make sounds |
I been 'bout since the playground |
Dropped a tune, never knew that it’d take me out |
Fuck, they’re my mates now |
Came up, I coulda stayed down |
Look at how my life played out |
Look at how we turned out |
Still niggas wanna see me turn 'round |
Get your shit peppered up and burned down |
Still own my old Nikes, Chuckies and my Berghaus |
I went to jail and didn’t learn nowt |
Except all that karma that I served out |
I went from serving cats to servery hats, getting burnt down |
It’s really mad, fuck it, time on my hands |
I used my time wisely and put mine into plans |
I’m tryna buy me some land, so free my guys out the can |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Huh |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Ayo, deef |
And when they told me Louis ain’t racist, they got Virgil |
I said I need the ones with green and the purple |
And, shit, I need the boots and the trainers to match |
And knowing me, I’ll go insane in the trap |
And I only smoke flays out the pack |
My nigga told me, «You the greatest to rap» |
I ain’t complaining with that |
But now I need a crib where the neighbours ain’t ashamed to adapt |
That whip came, by wrist aching, put it straight on the tap |
I used to stay with a cat |
All I need is my blade and my mask |
Them times saving for straps |
Winner’s wages are daft |
Maze in traps, and fuck the snakes and the rats |
They think I’m rich like, «Six figs what you made off of trap» |
I get rich, I rob nigs and turn flake into crack |
If I rap, it’s straight statements and fact |
It was alleyways blatant for cash |
Pavements and paths |
You get blades for your stash till my papers are mad |
If I did it, I ain’t taking it back |
Fuck, it’s 10K on my back |
Got me thinking, «Will I ever change?» |
Fuck drip, I just let it rain |
I ain’t playing any games |
'Heavyweight', that’s my second name |
I remember fucked up on borke nights, better days |
Can’t stress the fame, just bless the game |
Respect the change |
Let me kick back and test the strain |
Certain things can’t left my brain |
I might fly Thailand, go test my aim |
No weed for couple weeks to refresh my brain |
I get pissed off, can’t bun weed when I’m on the plane |
My head’s gone 'cause I was gone for days |
Cah I miss them times with my bros |
All them highs, all them lows |
Tryna find me a road |
But I can’t give my life to a phone |
I bless the game with the finest of flows |
Bet I’ll find me the throne |
All them days I spent flying them O’s |
Heh, I didn’t know that my timing was gold |
I stay golden for life, miss my bro |
Why, why you gotta die? |
You the GOAT |
Creating diamonds, I got ice in my throat |
This that ocean drip, I might just buy me a boat |
So I can kick back, write rhymes on my own |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Huh |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |
Huh |
Get the fuck up |
Respect the come up |
Cheques, haffi run up |