The Come Up lyrics

[Intro]
Money comin' soon, n*gga (DJ OnPoint)
Uh

[Verse]
I'm on the come-up, chill, n*gga, don't run up
A yellow n*gga finna rise and shine like the sun up (Yeah)
My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a sl*t up (Uh)
I'm dyin' for this cake and I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up
They ride with the gun up, kill you and light the blunt up
Uh, don't shed a tear if a n*gga might get done up
But just say a prayer if a n*gga might confront us
'Cause his life is summed up, the medics wipe his lungs up
You comin' to the 'Ville, you gotta get a license from us
City on my back, I feel like I'm holdin' Big Pun up
No pain, no gain, my n*gga, I just numb up
I blow brains, Cobain a n*gga if he jump up
With no shame, don't blame a n*gga if you shot up
This is cocaine on flames, baking soda and water (Woo)
And if you feel that, then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a n*gga feelin' crazy
sh*ttin' on n*ggas like a n*gga was still a baby (Uh)
Carolina n*gga, shout out to the 'Ville that raised me
So many hoes whipped, you would've thought we still in slavery
And n*ggas still sleepin', they feelin' lazy, uh
A killer, maybe, you make me, I will, uh
Cheat me on my scrilla, I send you to meet Dilla (Uh)
From them NC streets where the beef, they deliver
And the clip is on E 'cause your chest gotta fill up (Yeah)
While a n*gga like me just gettin' head like a pillow
Bread like gorillas gettin' bred
So long as my mama and my n*ggas gettin' fed (Yeah)
f*ck what a n*gga said, man, I'm Fayettenam bombin'
'Cause hatred is flattery, you b*tch n*ggas is charmin'
Who the f*ck you harmin'? Boy, y'all n*ggas is Charmin
Uh, and I'm armed and waitin' for a target
You f*ckin' with the best like Carmen
Aw sh*t, pardon a n*gga for departin'
I'm just gettin' green like a yard or a garden
A n*gga finna blow while you n*ggas is false-alarmin'
Uh, and just think, man, I was raised on ramen (Uh-huh)
Chicken noodle soup, now I'm filet mignon-in'
I promised my mama I was comin' to make this money
And I swear I'ma to kill the n*gga that try to take it from me, yeah
[Outro]
Believe that, that's real talk, n*gga
It's J. Cole, n*gga (Yeah, uh)
Therapist or whatever the f*ck you wanna call me, it don't matter, you know? (And you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pus*y)
I'll make y'all n*ggas understand, man (Yeah)
I know y'all can't believe yourself right now
You thinkin', "Yo, this n*gga's from the South, nah, he can't spit
How the f*ck is he so good?" (Uh)
Open your eyes, motherf*cker, can you see?
n*gga's on top
Yup, yup, we on top, yup
Yeah, it's me