Come Up

(альбом: California Republic - 2012)

[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standing right here when the sun up
You be getting done up if you niggas try and run up
You living good, go 'head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standing right here when the sun up
You be getting done up if you niggas try and run up
You living good, go 'head and throw ya one up

Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

[Verse 1: Game]
My nigga funeral Fab told be back in '03
Rap ain't nothing but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas I'd never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwing bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain't nobody jacking me
Before you do, you be laying in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, (mwuah), Lox
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that's when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And niggas still asking 'bout Detox
I'll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he's sticking, and moving the knife, Floyd might win

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It's Hub city's finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sitting courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Popping champagne, we do the damn thing
Standing on the couches, Money Gang, that's the campaign
B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I'm on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I'm getting head still
In the club, looking past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

[Hook]