Come Up Songtext
von Lethal Bizzle
Come Up Songtext
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
It′s the fucking General, you should already know
Dabizzle don't play when it concerns dough
I′ve been on this money ting from when I was on the road
When I was selling cars, selling peds, selling whips, selling bricks
Doing anything that I had to do
But that got my mind right
That kept me motivated
To leave it all behind, was kinda complicated
I roll through the ends, astounding motivation
I'm far from a legend, that's an understatement
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
I′ve heard of being broke, but I ain′t into that no more
7.30 In the morning, po-po kicking down my door
Mummy looking at me like she don't love me no more
I moved her out to Ghana, now she′s proud of me, I'm sure
I remember times when I couldn′t afford a happy meal
Stressed out, confused, was all in me to steal
Only Lord above can relate to how I used to feel
Used to be so broke, every day I feel ill
Real talk
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
I was that little black boy in the council estate
Licking, didn't care if I was bait
All I really wanted was a big gold chain
And a gold pendant saying my name
In year 2000, it was stack, stack, stack, stack
Come summer time, I made my first grand
Everything was going according to plan
So I went straight down to Shottas Dan
Then I bought my chain, M initial for my name
Since then, things ain′t been the same
Girls are on me like a rash
They only want the Max, the Max was making a bit of cash
I didn't care though, all I wanted was the lash
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
It′s the fucking General, you should already know
Dabizzle don't play when it concerns dough
I′ve been on this money ting from when I was on the road
When I was selling cars, selling peds, selling whips, selling bricks
Doing anything that I had to do
But that got my mind right
That kept me motivated
To leave it all behind, was kinda complicated
I roll through the ends, astounding motivation
I'm far from a legend, that's an understatement
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
I′ve heard of being broke, but I ain′t into that no more
7.30 In the morning, po-po kicking down my door
Mummy looking at me like she don't love me no more
I moved her out to Ghana, now she′s proud of me, I'm sure
I remember times when I couldn′t afford a happy meal
Stressed out, confused, was all in me to steal
Only Lord above can relate to how I used to feel
Used to be so broke, every day I feel ill
Real talk
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
I was that little black boy in the council estate
Licking, didn't care if I was bait
All I really wanted was a big gold chain
And a gold pendant saying my name
In year 2000, it was stack, stack, stack, stack
Come summer time, I made my first grand
Everything was going according to plan
So I went straight down to Shottas Dan
Then I bought my chain, M initial for my name
Since then, things ain′t been the same
Girls are on me like a rash
They only want the Max, the Max was making a bit of cash
I didn't care though, all I wanted was the lash
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is?
What you think this is, blood?
What you think this is, blood?
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