RZE Gold - The Come Up

"Yeah! You already know what it is mane it's-"
I still got a mill' on my mind, after all of this time I ask how can I start it up
Was bad in them trenches, the only good takeaway from it, that dirt made me harden up
Knowing a part of my heart is still spreading the love, but my past got it guarded up
Let us throw up them drinks, pour up a glass, time to be free, time to party up
How many times did you fail
How many hits did you sell just rapping on beats
How many ships went to sail
I look at myself, and told' em it's my prophecy
The road on the come up alone will set you between the strong and the weak
But it's your opportunity, never look back when the bills
And the fiends making ways to your peace
I constantly fill up my mind about who I will be when they all stop rejecting me
Will I hoop, will I write, will I fight off my hunger for power in the longevity
Ten years ago, I was willing to give it all up but thankfully the lord had me
When I couldn't get back to myself, you took my only jersey
So fuck you respectfully
I'm still on the come up, but why every time I start balling
You niggas don't wanna congratulate me or my team
Instead you put me inside of a ring
And fight off my dreams
I know that this life ain't as big as it seems
Not hearing the lecturing, turning your head and then closing my game up
Now I am ahead of them, taking it to the extremes
I go up against greats they like nigga you better win
As I get older, I feel reverence
As my heart getting colder, I live with no preference
Stay or you go with no questioning
Years' of perfecting my craft been my medicine
Know you get sick when I write like a veteran
Lately I've been the talk of the town
When I'm hosting these shows like I'm David Letterman
Forever an underdog
I can't even stand when I say I'm an underdog
I didn't get picked up, but now they all switched up
'Cause they finally realizing I been raw
Kept my head up on the journey, my life in a tourney
No matter what day, it was time to ball
In my teens, I was struggling to break some walls
Don't expect me to be on your beck and call
I put on for the city
I feel like I'm Jeezy
Raking the dough with the combs like I'm Diddy
Hate it or love it I've been on my 50
Can't be 'round too many, these niggas too iffy
Wanna kick my feet up or sit by a pool living lavishly
Or get out of this tragedy
Nobody believed in my strategy
Did what I did to survive now they asking me
How many times did you fail
How many hits did you sell just rapping on beats
How many ships went to sail
I look at myself, and told' em it's my prophecy
The road on the come up alone will set you between the strong and the weak
But it's your opportunity, never look back when the bills
And the fiends making ways to your peace
I'm on the come up
(How many times did you fail)
Yeah! Yeah!
I'm on the come up
(How many-How many times did you fail)
Yeah! Yeah!
I'm on the come up
(How many times did you fail)
Yeah! Yeah!
I'm on the come up
(How many-How many times did you fail)

Written by:
Lineal Powell, Lukas McLaughlin

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