Logic Lyrics
"The Come Up"

On the real homie on the real tell me how you feel
Everything I spit is gold like I got a grill
Bet you people talking thought I'd sell out once I got a deal
Still me and my team only difference we live in the hills
We living the dream
These bitches perpetrating the skills
At the soup kitchen with my mama they giving us meals
I was poor in my adolescence but now I'm getting meals
Come on tell me how it feels
When that brand new record spills
Homie this the come up
I'm from where them drug dealers are running
But I was never bout that shit I just work til the sun up
Boy yeah
Claiming that they got it over there
But they never had it over there
Mu' fucka this the come up
Came a long way this the come up
Been a long time coming this the come up
Been a long damn time this the come up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Open your mind this is work ethic
99 percent of you couldn't comprehend the method
Cuz you too wrapped up in the money and bitches
I get riches but never sacrifice the art
Been real from the start now
Break it down on that super duper killa flow
All these bitches in here make you wanna kill a ho
It's kinda funny how the flow make me sound ignant
But you know the wordplay on another level isn't it?
I been at it since a youngin' on the dolo
Til I got a team and said bye to doin' it solo
Bad bitches wanna fuck me on the low doe
Tryna break the ice she be like can I get a photo?
A long time coming what you call that
Shorty blowing up my phone I promise to call back
Unless you a crazy ass bitch
Imma tell your ass to fall back
This the come up!
Came a long way this the come up
Been a long time coming this the come up!
Been a long damn time this the come up
Yeah, yeah, yeah