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The Come Up Lyrics - Trials And Tribulations - Ace Hood

This is a come up 

Grinding for the ones that I love 

 

Fueled by the passion and pain 

And all the bullshit I've been through 

Still I hold my head up high 

And all them roadblocks I walk right through 

I do it for the ones like me 

And all people who's just like you 

No matter what they say about me 

I'mma do whatever I gotta do 

 

This is the come up 

Where niggas hustle from night to sun up 

The gutta, where niggas run up and they get done up 

And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter 

Where them times are even harder without a father 

Want a job but never bother 

All about them commas, bigger diamonds and high designer 

With all the finest women, goddess 

With perfect bodies that we admire 

This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money 

They'll murk a nigga now and got to church on a sunny 

Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country 

It's fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood 

Get your mama new crib, keep your family good 

When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining 

And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying it storm 

It's no love, it ain't a place for the weak 

Only strong survive, only hustlers ride 

This is the come up 

 

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Where niggas hustle from night to sun up and dreams are never seemed couldn't believe and it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it anything you vision and anything you wishing you can live it just bare the witness they said I wouldn't and I did it what God intended from being label as a menace to counting millions my daughter smiling every minute I'm an a attendance oh lord I got my deal in the field crying hundred of tears feeling like that doughboy hit a lick for a meal riding round with that work know them weapons concealed if them feds ever catch em leave them for 200 hundred years for that dope and I know money come money go in the fame in the game all the hate that it brings many lost some gave never changed not me gotta survive everyday know every morning I wake from grind to come up 

 

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