And I be out here on the come up, tryna' get a bigger house for my mama
So she can wake up with no drama, and live presidential like 1600
And the top still vacant, timing is perfect dawg cause i'm done waiting
And we gon' make it, yea we gon' make it, if not imma' take it
It was a long journey to this grad life
Mama ain't raise a fool, i know how to act right
Even tho my dad might, have not been around
To see me grow up so fast like, i'm a grown man now
I got it in without him, i learn how to win without him
Its funny cause i really don't wanna live without him
So as long as i'm alive imma' strive to reconnect
Til his pride try to deny what he cant reject
JR, but no i never been shot
Never been Pac, an outlaw, is it wrong that i never been pops
Apple fell far from the tree and turned into MOTTS
And held his fam down tight, when he did not
But its cool, i don't judge him, i just love him
We ain't perfect, used to hurt when i was younger, now it doesn't
A son, who knows his father, a father who knows nothing
Never let it go, fumbling, imma' turn it into something, yeah
And I be out here on the come up, tryna' get a bigger house for my mama
So she can wake up with no drama, and live presidential like 1600
And the top still vacant, timing is perfect dawg cause i'm done waiting
And we gon' make it, yea we gon' make it, if not imma' take it
I was a poet, didn't know it before i wrote it
Back in the 4th grade all i watched was Hulk Hogan
Writing about the hood and the problems that's approaching
Mama told me forget that, stay in school and stay focus
So even at a young age i had a mentor
Marcel Mincey, the one who taught me do more
Can't catch an ear then sit em down and make em explore
Your world, cause you got a lot to say don't let em ignore
And if they question tell em that's what God sent for
If i cant write the truth,what the hell i grab a pen for
I'm popping, no pimple, double up like paradiddles
Crashing no cymbals, its all rudimental
Russell since day 1, been had a Krush on the groove
Balling like Westbrook tryna' make my own rules
Attitudes determines your latitude this is true
Cuz my spirits stay high off a room of positive fumes, and
Curtwood J - The Come Up Lyrics
Curtwood J - The Come Up Lyrics
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And I be out here on the come up, tryna' get a bigger house for my mama
So she can wake up with no drama, and live presidential like 1600
And the top still vacant, timing is perfect dawg cause i'm done waiting
And we gon' make it, yea we gon' make it, if not imma' take it
It was a long journey to this grad life
Mama ain't raise a fool, i know how to act right
Even tho my dad might, have not been around
To see me grow up so fast like, i'm a grown man now
I got it in without him, i learn how to win without him
Its funny cause i really don't wanna live without him
So as long as i'm alive imma' strive to reconnect
Til his pride try to deny what he cant reject
JR, but no i never been shot
Never been Pac, an outlaw, is it wrong that i never been pops
Apple fell far from the tree and turned into MOTTS
And held his fam down tight, when he did not
But its cool, i don't judge him, i just love him
We ain't perfect, used to hurt when i was younger, now it doesn't
A son, who knows his father, a father who knows nothing
Never let it go, fumbling, imma' turn it into something, yeah
And I be out here on the come up, tryna' get a bigger house for my mama
So she can wake up with no drama, and live presidential like 1600
And the top still vacant, timing is perfect dawg cause i'm done waiting
And we gon' make it, yea we gon' make it, if not imma' take it
I was a poet, didn't know it before i wrote it
Back in the 4th grade all i watched was Hulk Hogan
Writing about the hood and the problems that's approaching
Mama told me forget that, stay in school and stay focus
So even at a young age i had a mentor
Marcel Mincey, the one who taught me do more
Can't catch an ear then sit em down and make em explore
Your world, cause you got a lot to say don't let em ignore
And if they question tell em that's what God sent for
If i cant write the truth,what the hell i grab a pen for
I'm popping, no pimple, double up like paradiddles
Crashing no cymbals, its all rudimental
Russell since day 1, been had a Krush on the groove
Balling like Westbrook tryna' make my own rules
Attitudes determines your latitude this is true
Cuz my spirits stay high off a room of positive fumes, and
So she can wake up with no drama, and live presidential like 1600
And the top still vacant, timing is perfect dawg cause i'm done waiting
And we gon' make it, yea we gon' make it, if not imma' take it
It was a long journey to this grad life
Mama ain't raise a fool, i know how to act right
Even tho my dad might, have not been around
To see me grow up so fast like, i'm a grown man now
I got it in without him, i learn how to win without him
Its funny cause i really don't wanna live without him
So as long as i'm alive imma' strive to reconnect
Til his pride try to deny what he cant reject
JR, but no i never been shot
Never been Pac, an outlaw, is it wrong that i never been pops
Apple fell far from the tree and turned into MOTTS
And held his fam down tight, when he did not
But its cool, i don't judge him, i just love him
We ain't perfect, used to hurt when i was younger, now it doesn't
A son, who knows his father, a father who knows nothing
Never let it go, fumbling, imma' turn it into something, yeah
And I be out here on the come up, tryna' get a bigger house for my mama
So she can wake up with no drama, and live presidential like 1600
And the top still vacant, timing is perfect dawg cause i'm done waiting
And we gon' make it, yea we gon' make it, if not imma' take it
I was a poet, didn't know it before i wrote it
Back in the 4th grade all i watched was Hulk Hogan
Writing about the hood and the problems that's approaching
Mama told me forget that, stay in school and stay focus
So even at a young age i had a mentor
Marcel Mincey, the one who taught me do more
Can't catch an ear then sit em down and make em explore
Your world, cause you got a lot to say don't let em ignore
And if they question tell em that's what God sent for
If i cant write the truth,what the hell i grab a pen for
I'm popping, no pimple, double up like paradiddles
Crashing no cymbals, its all rudimental
Russell since day 1, been had a Krush on the groove
Balling like Westbrook tryna' make my own rules
Attitudes determines your latitude this is true
Cuz my spirits stay high off a room of positive fumes, and
Writer: Curtis James Jr
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