Lyrics The Come Up - J. Cole

Money comin' soon, nigga (DJ OnPoint)
Uh

I'm on the come-up
Chill, nigga, don't run up
A yellow nigga finna rise
And shine like the sun up (Yeah)
My mind on that paper
I ain't tryna wife a slut up (Uh)
I'm dyin' for this cake
And I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up
They ride with the gun up
Kill you and light the blunt up
Uh, don't shed a tear
If a nigga might get done up
But just say a prayer
If a nigga might confront us
'Cause his life is summed up
The medics wipe his lungs up
You comin' to the 'Ville
You gotta get a license from us
City on my back
I feel like I'm holdin' Big Pun up
No pain, no gain
My nigga, I just numb up
I blow brains
Cobain a nigga if he jump up
With no shame
Don't blame a nigga if you shot up
This is cocaine on flames
Baking soda and water (Woo)
And if you feel that
Then I guess I sell crack, get it?
Fall back, man, a nigga feelin' crazy
Shittin' on niggas like a nigga was still a baby (Uh)
Carolina nigga
Shout out to the 'Ville that raised me
So many hoes whipped
You would've thought we still in slavery
And niggas still sleepin'
They feelin' lazy, uh
A killer, maybe, you make me, I will, uh
Cheat me on my scrilla
I send you to meet Dilla (Uh)
From them NC streets where the beef
They deliver
And the clip is on E 'cause
Your chest gotta fill up (Yeah)
While a nigga like me just gettin' head like a pillow
Bread like gorillas gettin' bred
So long as my mama
And my niggas gettin' fed (Yeah)
Fuck what a nigga said, man
I'm Fayettenam bombin'
'Cause hatred is flattery
You bitch niggas is charmin'
Who the fuck you harmin'?
Boy, y'all niggas is Charmin
Uh, and I'm armed and waitin' for a target
You fuckin' with the best like Carmen
Aw shit, pardon a nigga for departing
I'm just gettin' green like a yard or a garden
A nigga finna blow while
You niggas is false-alarming
Uh, and just think, man
I was raised on ramen (Uh-huh)
Chicken noodle soup
Now I'm filet mignon-in'
I promised my mama
I was comin' to make this money
And I swear I'ma to kill the nigga
That try to take it from me, yeah

Believe that, that's real talk, nigga
It's J. Cole, nigga (Yeah, uh)
Therapist or whatever the fuck
You wanna call me
It don't matter, you know?
(And you know why his name's OnPoint
'cause he on point, pussy)
I'll make y'all niggas understand
Man (Yeah)
I know y'all can't believe yourself right now
You thinkin'
"Yo, this nigga's from the South, nah
He can't spit
How the fuck is he so good?" (Uh)
Open your eyes, motherfucker
Can you see?
Nigga's on top
Yup, yup, we on top, yup
Yeah, it's me