Young Roddy - The Come Up lyrics

Verse 1: Young Roddy Uh They still like how he got a crib and he ain't never there Still making money in the hood like I ain't never left I know some cats who k** for freedom Have to double down Though I seen it all mama told me not to tattle tale On the real son that sh**'ll get you k**ed son But me and them we was only trying to chill I remember being twelve papa let me drink his beer But I ain't no square I ain't never puffed no squares I ain't no lame don't you get the wrong idea I'm no b**h n***a I ain't nothing like them They same this game ain't fair I say it is what it is She went through her mail and seen bill after bill Uh She said it's hard for a single mama She say she got two jobs, sh** I see you mama Uh I'm like what it take for a kid to win To transition from a boy to a man It's the come up Uh Interlude-Unknown Clip Time needs money, no matter what those stupid morons who eat that sh** up may try and tell you Anything lost can be found again except for time wasted Don't you listen to a word I say? n***a if I seen't you Well you don't So you'd be served to retain some of the knowledge I'm imparting to you rather than giving me all your hard a** street attitude bull sh** Verse 2: Young Roddy Uh And I stay in my lane I play my part Never play both sides that can get you knocked off From a hood where lil' n***as will pull your card Boy I done had my ups and downs but that made me out a boss And she said I weren't ever gonna get signed Put her on my hater catalog I paid her no mind Remember (?) thatd be turning music down They say keys open doors I'm yelling break or break down I spit fire fool this ain't no false alarm On the block so hot they ask me how I stay calm Fly n***as (?) I'm like gas to my prime And that's word to my mom kept a dime on my arm A clean n***a with a dirty firearm Trying to weather this storm and get some money in my palms But I'm trying to keep them snakes off my lawn And it feel way better when you make it on your own It's the come up Outro- Samuel L. Jackson in "Fresh" Now what kind of player am I? Am I an offensive man or a defensive man? Thats right I'm neither I play my opponent He likes to attack, I force him to defend himself A cautious man, I draw him into dangerous waters See you get so busy frustrated playing defensive positions, you make stupid moves you'd never make if you were thinking When you come here boy, check that sh** at the door