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Respect The Come Up

 

Respect The Come Up

(albüm: Respect The Come Up - 2022)


Through all continue to build
We have to respect the come up
Look at how far you've come
Respect the journey, man
Count the blessings, accept the changes
Appreciate the highs and the lows
For the good and the bad all make us who we are today
There is no ups without downs
To struggle way out, you respect your own journey
Respect when you see someone who comes from nothing
And turns it into something
Now that's everything

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Huh

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up

Never cheat the grind
You know I need to fly, stay away fro evil eye
I'ma keep my G's alive
If I said it is for life
If I want it, what's the price?
Spending what I like
Got it off of chopping white
On my block it wasn't nice
Got me robbing to survive
Money problems on my mind
Pull up, "Like what's the vibe?"
Keep my name off your mind
I ain't into gossip lies
There ain't no shortcuts to success
Surrounded by buj at 17 when I seen my first bunk-bed
Never know what's gonna come next
Police knocking at my door got my mum stressed
Gotta stay ready, make the re-up stay heavy
Never weigh pennies, gotta save pounds
I don't rap, I make sounds
I been 'bout since the playground
Dropped a tune, never knew that it'd take me out
Fuck, they're my mates now
Came up, I coulda stayed down
Look at how my life played out
Look at how we turned out
Still niggas wanna see me turn 'round
Get your shit peppered up and burned down
Still own my old Nikes, Chuckies and my Berghaus
I went to jail and didn't learn nowt
Except all that karma that I served out
I went from serving cats to servery hats, getting burnt down
It's really mad, fuck it, time on my hands
I used my time wisely and put mine into plans
I'm tryna buy me some land, so free my guys out the can

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Huh

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up

Ayo, deef
And when they told me Louis ain't racist, they got Virgil
I said I need the ones with green and the purple
And, shit, I need the boots and the trainers to match
And knowing me, I'll go insane in the trap
And I only smoke flays out the pack
My nigga told me, "You the greatest to rap"
I ain't complaining with that
But now I need a crib where the neighbours ain't ashamed to adapt
That whip came, by wrist aching, put it straight on the tap

I used to stay with a cat
All I need is my blade and my mask
Them times saving for straps
Winner's wages are daft
Maze in traps, and fuck the snakes and the rats
They think I'm rich like, "Six figs what you made off of trap"
I get rich, I rob nigs and turn flake into crack
If I rap, it's straight statements and fact
It was alleyways blatant for cash
Pavements and paths
You get blades for your stash till my papers are mad
If I did it, I ain't taking it back
Fuck, it's 10K on my back
Got me thinking, "Will I ever change?"
Fuck drip, I just let it rain
I ain't playing any games
'Heavyweight', that's my second name
I remember fucked up on borke nights, better days
Can't stress the fame, just bless the game
Respect the change
Let me kick back and test the strain
Certain things can't left my brain
I might fly Thailand, go test my aim
No weed for couple weeks to refresh my brain
I get pissed off, can't bun weed when I'm on the plane
My head's gone 'cause I was gone for days
Cah I miss them times with my bros
All them highs, all them lows
Tryna find me a road
But I can't give my life to a phone
I bless the game with the finest of flows
Bet I'll find me the throne
All them days I spent flying them O's
Heh, I didn't know that my timing was gold
I stay golden for life, miss my bro
Why, why you gotta die? You the GOAT
Creating diamonds, I got ice in my throat
This that ocean drip, I might just buy me a boat
So I can kick back, write rhymes on my own

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Huh

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up
Huh

Get the fuck up
Respect the come up
Cheques, haffi run up

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