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Kanye West - The Come Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Money comin' soon, nigga (DJ OnPoint)
Uh

[Verse]
I'm on the come-up, chill, nigga, don't run up
A yellow nigga finna rise and shine like the sun up (Yeah)
My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a slut up (Uh)
I'm dyin' for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up
They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up
Uh, don't shed a tear if a nigga might get done up
But just say a prayer if a nigga might confront us
'Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up
You comin' to the 'Ville, you gotta get a license from us
City on my back, I feel like I'm holdin' Big Pun up
No pain, no gain, my nigga, I just numb up
I blow brains, Cobain a nigga if he jump up
With no shame, don't blame a nigga if you shot up
This is cocaine on flames, baking soda and water (Woo)
And if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a nigga feelin' crazy
Shittin' on niggas like a nigga was still a baby (Uh)
Carolina nigga, shout out to the 'Ville that raised me
So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery
And niggas still sleepin', they feelin' lazy, uh
A killer, maybe, you make me, I will, uh
Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla (Uh)
From them NC streets where the beef, they deliver
And the clip is on E 'cause your chest gotta fill up (Yeah)
While a nigga like me just gettin' head like a pillow
Bread like gorillas gettin' bred
So long as my mama and my niggas gettin' fed (Yeah)
Fuck what a nigga said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombin'
'Cause hatred is flattery, you bitch niggas is charmin'
Who the fuck you harmin'? Boy, y'all niggas is Charmin
Uh, and I'm armed and waitin' for a target
You fuckin' with the best like Carmen
Aw shit, pardon a nigga for departin'
I'm just gettin' green like a yard or a garden
A nigga finna blow while you niggas is false-alarmin'
Uh, and just think, man, I was raised on ramen (Uh-huh)
Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon-in'
I promised my mama I was comin' to make this money
And I swear I'ma to kill the nigga that try to take it from me, yeah
[Outro]
Believe that, that's real talk, nigga
It's J. Cole, nigga (Yeah, uh)
Therapist or whatever the fuck you wanna call me, it don't matter, you know? (And you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pussy)
I'll make y'all niggas understand, man (Yeah)
I know y'all can't believe yourself right now
You thinkin', "Yo, this nigga's from the South, nah, he can't spit
How the fuck is he so good?" (Uh)
Open your eyes, motherfucker, can you see?
Nigga's on top
Yup, yup, we on top, yup
Yeah, it's me