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Young M.A - Da Come Up lyrics

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Da Come Up by Young M.A


[Intro]
Came from the bottom, man
I feel like Martin Luther King, man
[Refrain]
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin’ up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain (Puttin’ in work), uh
I had one b**ch, few side hoes
Taking niggas’ women with my eyes closed
I was runnin’ like a snot nose, uh
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin’, uh
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn’t let me lose
Now this lil’ nigga makin’ heavy moves
[Verse 1]
Came back from the setback (Hold up)
The realest out, I can bet that (Bet)
Cee-lo with the dice game
Four, five, six, that’s a head crack
My ex-b**ch, had to X that
Didn’t feel right, so I left that
On to the next that
Now it’s f**k that, where the checks at? (Where the checks, man?)
[Chorus]
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
[Verse 2]
No off days on the calendar
‘Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10’s with the silencer
Even wildin’ out, it ain’t wild as us
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV’s on the pedal
Bring the luggage up, racks in the passenger
Whole gang full of savages
Hunt ’em down like a scavenger
Man down if he acting up
Never back down, never backing up
Get the backend, ‘member back then I ain’t have sh*t?
Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula
Nigga hatin’ all in an Acura
Big body so big, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up
Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he, got me crackin’ up (Stupid)
Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet ,skeet, skeet when I’m tappin’ her
In that big body with a thick thottie
Got six jobs and like six hobbies, ooh
[Chorus]
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
[Refrain]
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin’ up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain, uh
I had one b**ch, few side hoes
Taking niggas’ women with my eyes closed
I was runnin’ like a snot nose
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin’
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn’t let me lose
Now this lil’ nigga makin’ heavy moves
[Outro]
Ayy, big sh*t, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean?
Finessing
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson
Now I count my money, count my blessing



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