T.L.A - Come Up

I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt
I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt

Tiffany SBs I rock Supreme with it
I'm about to flip my dreams into a meal ticket
See them creeping, better double up the speed limit
Step back, pump-fake, don't lift your pivot
Make the drop, stack your guap, old friends turn to ops
Shoot my shot, hold up get on top, let me hit your spot
Line it up, fill my double cup, hit the club re-up
Out the cut, first pick not a bust, careful who you trust
Cut the grass, we don't fuck with snakes, all-in raise the stakes
Dodge a case, cut out all the fakes, hard work really pays
Sell your soul, for a record deal, to me there's no appeal
Grab the steal, like I'm Bradley Beal, we gon' hit a Mil'

I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt
I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt

If the devil wants my soul, I'ma politely decline
On your path to gold, don't leave your people behind
If I get my cake, bet I can eat that shit too
It's time to chase the dreams I've been afraid to pursue
Ignoring all the haters talking shit to my back
I was swimming with the gators, had to learn to adapt
Go from PeeWee league to Majors, man I made me a map
Team full of crusaders, pray you don't get attacked
N*ggas acting two faced, I don't keep a mask on
Struggling to fill their plates, fasting like it's Ramadan
Burning all the bridges, while they're chasing all the riches
All these bitches scheme malicious, call for back-up
Now your homies gone

I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt
I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt
I'm just tryna come up
I'm from where the fiends will shoot the drugs up
I ain't with that sh*t, I run the plays that bring my f*cking funds up
Oh word, Careful who you talk to, don't be heard
Don't push me to my limit, boy I'll put you in the dirt

Written by:
Timothy La

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