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Comin' Up (Explicit)

The Grouch, Mistah F.A.B.21 Apr 2009

Comin' Up (Explicit) Lyrics

 

Comin' Up - The Grouch/Mistah F.A.B.

Well now they be claiming friend but they ain't happy for me

Seems more like a competition where you act like you're pleased

Because everybody's mission's to position they self

And build up a large supply of my personal wealth

And if you see success you know that people will talk

And yes we all are equal and my ego ain't lost either

But I'm neither stuck nor winning cause of this skin tone

I made a buck off penning intelligent poems

And if you think it's all a fluke go on and do you

I hope the people feel you're fresh as much as you do

But if it isn't working out just how you planned it

Maybe you're the one who doesn't understand it

 

I thank god that I'm blessed with the gift

But all that really means is that I'm stressed with the curse

The better it gets this mess gets worse

My head I lift for those dead in the dirt

The dead I miss until my head it hurt

My mother rock kiss before she head out to work

I sit and reminisce of homies dead on my shirt

I wish I could shift like the axis on the earth

And get away from this nonsense on the turf

But life's got a twist like a football nerf

In the middle of the mist close friends got murked

With the fiddle of a wrist other friends got worked

Some sh*t will make you sick so what is it all worth

Man a symbol of a fist is for why we all search

Black power white power brown power it will work

But power don't exist at the bottom since birth

We gotta get chips show the world what we're worth

You can talk with your lips but you must listen first

 

We gotta come up like cve

On mtv

Not really my seed

Some e y es gotta see g e in the flesh

For decree to impede to the surface

To purchase a home is a dream that I need

Hold me back never that

No soul no man could ever sever

Eligh for making the weather better

Sunshine make it all mine to the feather

One time can't arrest my development

A to the c just wanna be free do me

Won't hate on another man's cape

That's not my fate

I'll get my taste just wait

Patience is not my best suit

Yet I'm not here to impress you

Just brush 'em off when they test you

Bless you

 

Yes you