Gaage - The Come Up Lyrics

Coming from the bottom
Rise from the shit pits
Now I could be picky
I think I need a bad bitch
I need a real sista
A ride or die chick
Put hands on a nigga violating my bitch
Cream make the money
Dolla Dolla bill yall
My connect is f*cking bilingual
He doesn't speak much
Just gimme what I came for
My niggaz nickname him Mr. Landlord
Suitcase and briefcase niggaz in Tom Ford
Military mindset never get caught
I'm surrounded by money and hoes
You'll think I'm lost
But I'm focus than a Maa
The world is yours
Scarface looking at the blimp of course
Nas first LP I rep New York
I gotta get this chedda
By all means yup
Brinks truck getting Rob
New version of mob

Get a little paper
Your own folks wanna Rob
Son of Sam nah call me the son of God
Pure heart
I air him out like pure farts
Never touch what's not yours
Your gonna learn hard
F*ck a hater
I got to get it I'm broke
I will deal with the problems
With a riffle and scope
I wanna feed my folks
I'm trap in this yoke
I'm pure as it comes with this
Look hope
I hustle till the wheels fall off
F*ck a spoke
It's all love nigga but I know a few locs
BX what up, BK what up, QU what up,
SI what up
It's money in this state
Let's get a whole lot up
Commission on deck uniting my people
Y'all niggaz I swear to God that I see through
I swear to Go that I see through