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(Intro) Now some guys they just hate for no reason, kapish? Fuck yo money, fuck yo jewelry, fuck yo cars Fuck all yo bitches that you got It's obsolete, now All that shit ain't fresh no more, fuck all that (Verse 1) On the real homie, on the real Tell me how you feel Everything I spit is gold like I got a grill Bet you people talking thought I'd sell out once I got a deal Still me and my team, only difference - we live in the hills We living a dream, these bitches perpetrating the skills At the soup kitchen with my mama they giving us meals I was poor in my adolescence but now I'm getting meals Come on, tell me how it feels when that brand new record spills Homie this the come up I'm from where them drug dealers will run up But I was never bout that shit, I just worked till the sun up Oh yeah Claiming that they got it over there But they never had it over there Homie this the come up Letras de canciones(Hook) Came a long way, this the come up Been a long time coming, it's the come up Been a long damn time, it's the come up (Verse 2) Open your mind, this is work ethic Ninety-nine percent of you couldn't comprehend the method Cause you too wrapped up in the money and bitches I get riches but never sacrifice the art Been real from the start, now break it down That super-duper-killer flow All these bitches in here make you wanna kill a ho It's kind of funny how the flow make me sound ignant But you know the wordplay on another level, isn't it? I been at it since a young'n on a dolo Till I got a team and sat by the door in a solo Bad bitches wanna fuck me on the low though Tryna' break the ice she like, "Can I get a photo?" A long time comin', what you call that? Shorty blowin' up my phone, I promise to call back Unless you a crazy ass bitch I'mma tell your ass to fall back This the come up (Hook) From Letras Mania