Da Come Up - Young M.A

Came from the bottom, man

I feel like Martin Luther King, man

Started off with a dream

One gold chain

I was actin' up with the gold fangs, no name, knew I had to put in more pain

Had one bitch, few side hoes

Taking niggas with me with my eyes closed

I was running like a snot nose

Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren

New pair of Jordan’s 1

Car not a foreign

Had the Hennessy pouring

Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruze

My grind wouldn’t let me lose

Had this lil' nigga making heavy moves

Came back from the set back

The realest out, I can bet that

Ceelo with the dice game

456, that’s a headcrack

My ex bitch, had to ex that

Didn’t feel right so I left that

On to the next that

Now it’s fuck that, where the checks at?

Finessing

Get back to the work, ain’t no resting

When I caught an L I learned my lesson

Now I count my money, count my blessings

No off days on the calendar

'Bout to cop the new challenger

MAC-10s with the silencer

Even wilding out, ain’t as wild as us

Purple kush, call it lavender

LV’s on the pedal bring the mileage up

Racks in the passenger

Whole game full of savages

Hunt them down like a scavenger

Lay him down if he acting up

Never back down, never backing up

Get the back end

Remember back then I ain’t had shit?

Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula

Nigga hating all in a Acura

Big body show, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up

Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he got me cracking up (Stupid)

Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet when I’m tapping her

In that big body with a thick thotty

Got six jobs and like six hobbies

Ooh

Finessing

Get back to the work, ain’t no resting

When I caught an L I learned my lessons

Now I count my money, count my blessings

Started off with a dream

One gold chain

I was actin' up with the gold fangs, no name, knew I had to put in more pain

Had one bitch, few side hoes

Taking niggas with me with my eyes closed

I was running like a snot nose

Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren

New pair of Jordan’s 1

Car not a foreign

Had the Hennessy pouring

Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruze

My grind wouldn’t let me lose

Had this lil' nigga making heavy moves

Hey big shit

Big teams

Big things, nah mean?

Finessing

Get back to the work and no resting

When I caught an L I learned my lesson

Now I count my money

I count my blessings