The Come Up by Kwon Rabbit Lyrics
Know I’m flexing on the gram
In the West I get a tan
Flying height like Peter Pan
Never die in neverland
Feeling dissy cannot stand
Know I’m counting up these bands
Try to be big and expand
All your music yeah it’s bland
Yeah I hit then abort it
Cause I know she can’t afford it
All this shit yeah it’s important
Bouta skirt off in a foreign
Bouta make that bitch a orphan
Bouta give no one a portion
Bouta call me fucking Mormon
Bouta make your life shorten
People always call me crazy
Yeah I’m blinded, vision hazy
One day I’ll be working with Jay-Z
All these mumble rappers lazy
Gotta do this shit safely
Swirving up in a Mercedes
Rap god like I’m slim shady
Will you make a mixtape? Maybe
Why do gotta do that
Why can’t you just be like dis
And my answer to that, is that I’m spitting facts
And my whole life is just filled with bliss
So I hit the gas, I ain’t ready
All these fucking haters petty
Yeah isn’t it funny
So now have a talk with the bunny
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
It’s the come up
Yea I’m the leader of the pack
So now I gotta pick up the slack
Gotta keep the game intact
Gotta keep everyone in line
Cause if one steps out
Imma pick up the nine
Murder them like how I murder every rhyme
Always on a grind
With my bitch on the side
Always on the run cause I’m running out of time
It’s the come up
Especially when I run up
Open your mouth better shut up
Gotta remind you fools I’m the boss
I’m Floyd Mayweather in this bitch I’ll never see a loss
All of y’all are trash y’all can get tossed
I’m insane if I haven’t got that across
Imma psycho
They tell me drive slow
But I drive fast cause I’m in my own lane
Can’t trust these streets so I gotta look both ways
Can't say I miss the old days
There were no days
The sun was shining on me
They were all cold days
To stay warm I got heated
Like Khloe Kardashian when she found out Tristan cheated
Fair is one thing that I never got treated
My demons I tried to beat it, but I never succeeded
But I’m not giving up
Not till the day I feel like that I’m dreaming
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
It’s the come up
In the West I get a tan
Flying height like Peter Pan
Never die in neverland
Feeling dissy cannot stand
Know I’m counting up these bands
Try to be big and expand
All your music yeah it’s bland
Yeah I hit then abort it
Cause I know she can’t afford it
All this shit yeah it’s important
Bouta skirt off in a foreign
Bouta make that bitch a orphan
Bouta give no one a portion
Bouta call me fucking Mormon
Bouta make your life shorten
People always call me crazy
Yeah I’m blinded, vision hazy
One day I’ll be working with Jay-Z
All these mumble rappers lazy
Gotta do this shit safely
Swirving up in a Mercedes
Rap god like I’m slim shady
Will you make a mixtape? Maybe
Why do gotta do that
Why can’t you just be like dis
And my answer to that, is that I’m spitting facts
And my whole life is just filled with bliss
So I hit the gas, I ain’t ready
All these fucking haters petty
Yeah isn’t it funny
So now have a talk with the bunny
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
It’s the come up
Yea I’m the leader of the pack
So now I gotta pick up the slack
Gotta keep the game intact
Gotta keep everyone in line
Cause if one steps out
Imma pick up the nine
Murder them like how I murder every rhyme
Always on a grind
With my bitch on the side
Always on the run cause I’m running out of time
It’s the come up
Especially when I run up
Open your mouth better shut up
Gotta remind you fools I’m the boss
I’m Floyd Mayweather in this bitch I’ll never see a loss
All of y’all are trash y’all can get tossed
I’m insane if I haven’t got that across
Imma psycho
They tell me drive slow
But I drive fast cause I’m in my own lane
Can’t trust these streets so I gotta look both ways
Can't say I miss the old days
There were no days
The sun was shining on me
They were all cold days
To stay warm I got heated
Like Khloe Kardashian when she found out Tristan cheated
Fair is one thing that I never got treated
My demons I tried to beat it, but I never succeeded
But I’m not giving up
Not till the day I feel like that I’m dreaming
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
Come up, aye
It’s the come up, aye
It’s the come up