Fueled by the passion and pain
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And all the bullshit that I've been through
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Still I hold my head up high
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And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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I do it for the ones like me
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And all the people who are just like you
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No matter what they say about me
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I'mma do whatever I gotta do
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This is the come up
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Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
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The gutter, where niggas run up and they get done up
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And mama tryina make a dollar for son and daughter
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Where them times are even harder without a father
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Want a job but never bother
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All about them commas, biggest diamonds and how to sign up
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With all the finest women, goddess with perfect bodies that we admire
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This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money
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They'll murk a nigga now and got to church on a Sunday
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Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country
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It's fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood
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Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
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When that money is pouring and them jewels are shining
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And them cars are foreign, them haters praying to storm
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There's no love, it ain't a place for the weak
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Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
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It's just the come up
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And all the bullshit that I've been through
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Still I hold my head up high
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And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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I do it for the ones like me
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And all the people who are just like you
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No matter what they say about me
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I'mma do whatever I gotta do
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We lead this hustle from light to sun up
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The dreams are never seen, kinda don't believe in the scenes
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You can achieve by any means, go and did it
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Anything you vision, anything you wishing you can live it
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Just bear to witness, they said I wouldn't and I did it, what God intended
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From being labeled as a menace to counting millions
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My daughter smiling every minute, I'm in attendance
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Oh, Lord, I got my deal in the field, cry hundreds of tears
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Feeling like that dope boy who hit a leak for a mil
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Riding around with the work, know them rappers conceal
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If the feds ever catching me, do 200 years for that dope
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And I know, money come, money go
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And the fame ain't a game, all the hate that it brings
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Many lost some day, never change, not me
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Gotta survive every day, know every morning I wake
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It's just the come up
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And all the bullshit that I've been through
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Still I hold my head up high
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And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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I do it for the ones like me
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And all the people who are just like you
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No matter what they say about me
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I'mma do whatever I gotta do
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This is the come up
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So don't you dare give up
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Keep your head above the clouds
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And your eyes on the prize
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Don't you dare give up
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This is for all the cries
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It's just the come up
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And all the bullshit that I've been through
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Still I hold my head up high
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And all them roadblocks I walk right through
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I do it for the ones like me
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And all the people who are just like you
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No matter what they say about me
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I'mma do whatever I gotta do
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This is the come up
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One day you'll gonna make it out the struggle
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Don't you worry now
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My brothers and my sisters, momma, too
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This is the come up
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The Come Up
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| Ace Hood |
