J. Cole - The Come Up lyrics

Money coming soon, n***a... I'm on the come up, chill n***a, don't run up, A yellow n***a finna rise and shine like the sun up, (yea) My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a s*ut up, I'm dying for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up, They ride with the gun up, k** you and light the blunt up, (uh) Don't shed a tear, for a n***a might get done up, But just say a prayer for a n***a might confront us, Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up, You coming to the ville, you gotta get a license from us, City on my back, I feel like I'm holding Big Pun up, No pain, no gain, my n***a, I just numb up. I blow brains, go bang a n***a if he jump up, With no shame, don't blame a n***a if you shot up, This is c**aine on flames, baking soda and water, And if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it? Fall back, man, a n***a feeling crazy. sh**ting on n***as, like a n***a was still a baby, (uh) Carolina n***a, shout out to the ville, it raised me, So many hoes whipped, you woulda thought we still in slavery. And n***as still sleeping, they feeling lazy, (uh) A k**a? maybe, you make me, I will (uh) Cheat me on my scrilla, I'll send you to meet Dilla, (uh) From them NC streets where beef they deliver, And the clip is on 'E' cause your chest got a filla. A n***a like me just getting head like a pillow, Bred like guerillas getting bread, So long as my momma and my n***as getting fed, f** what a n***as said, (man) I'm Fayettenam bombing, Cause hatred is flattery, you b**h n***as is charming. Who the f** you harming? Boy y'all n***as is Charmin, (uh) And I'm on it, waiting for a target. You f**ing with the best, like Common. Ah sh**, pardon a n***a for departin', I'm just getting green like a yard or a garden. A n***a finna blow, while you n***as is false alarmin.' (uh) And just think though, I was raised on Ramen, (uh) Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon.' I promise my momma I was coming to make this money, And I swear I'm a k** the n***a that try to take it from me. Yeah That's real talk, n***a! It's J.Cole, n***a, Therapist, Whatever f** you wanna call me, don't matter, Make y'all n***as understand, man, Yea! Know y'all can't believe yourself right now, Yo this n***a from the south, naw, He can't spit, how the f** is he so good? Hahaha Open your eyes, motherf**er, Can't see? n***as on top! yup! On top, yup, yup, On top!