Young Roddy
Yep, I done came way up
I done way up, yep I done came way up
Child of the ghetto and child of god (child of god)
Started off at the bottom, but still I rise (still I rise)
Never been with the drama but still I ride (still I ride)
From a block where you barely get peace of mind (uh)
Punch the clock til I get my piece of the pie (what)
It's peace and love but still keep a piece by my side (by my side)
Watch them Cujo, hang life a
Keep em a reason they shootin like Tony Kukoc
White chalk, yellow tape that's where we live (where we live)
When beef comes, they cook it, that shit get real (shit get real)
Whatever happen, it happens that's how I feel (how I feel)
Flow starving, I'm hungry you see my ribs
While niggas was rockin Rollie, gold chains and designer gear (what)
I was still in the trenches at mama crib (at mama crib)
I was still in the gutter selling that shit (uh)
Them niggas shooting to kill, I'm thankful they missed (uh)
I done came up (came up), I done came way up
Yep, I done came (came up)
I done came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep, I done came (came up)
Came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep I done came
I done came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep I done came
Curren$y
(Eastside, yeah)
Sitting wicked, Spitta chillin, rollin sticky
Sippin Simply Lemonade in the shade
I'm black, gifted and paid
Pull the pin from a grenade and put that bitch to the page
Writing bombs, setting off alarms
It's too late, it's already on
You in a storm with no umbrella or rain coats
In a Wraith takin my lady to get a root beer float
Slangin that audio dope, fresh off the boat
Dookie gold rope, Clicquot moat
Sun barely arose, the OJ cold
This bottle cost me fifteen dollars
I got that came from Larry J, my Bay Area partner
Studio writing history down with Trade and Roddy
In a kush fog, word to C-Murda, I'm with my true dogs (true dogs)
Young Roddy
I done came up (came up), I done came way up
Yep, I done came (came up)
I done came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep, I done came (came up)
Came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep I done came
I done came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep I done came
Trademark Da Skydiver
(Ya, ya, Villain)
Smoking on that loudpack, ridin dirty with my new strap
Doing 100 with my top back, they wondering how I got that
They don't like that, they don't like that
Got a new red bone waiting on me
Her old man be hating on me cause Trade get to that paper, homie
Super coup with new plates on it
Black hoodie with that Bape on it
Super Villain, no cape on me
Bossed up like my name Tony Montana
Rep New Orleans, Louisiana
No Nelly, but I got that country grammar
Best friends locked in the slammer
Bad bitch that's from Savannah
Louis bag to hold my hammer, yeah
Every day I'm makin plays, stackin chips like Frito Lays
Smokin gas that's from the Bay
Ask them niggas from around my way
Trademark be in the cut, counting money up, he all a bout getting paid
Young Roddy
I done came up (came up), I done came way up
Yep, I done came (came up)
I done came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep, I done came (came up)
Came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep I done came
I done came way up (way up)
I done came way up, yep I done came
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Came Way Up - Curren$y, Young Roddy and Trademark Da Skydiver
