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broadway dolla - came up lyrics

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[intro]
turn the music up

[hook]
i said i came up
m-th-f— i came up
my n—- i came up

[yeah]
rose gold chain, iced out ring
throw it in the air, money ain’t a thang
thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang

[verse 1: broadway dolla]
trap star, rap star, crack god i got a black card
paid my dues, made the rules, gangsta sh– i do it that hard
i ball so hard my sh– crazy, f— you n—- better pay me
got cake to bake, more cake make, wait, wait, i’m jaded

rage against the machine, i got paid servin’ all these fiends
f— the overseers pretend to oversee us
you got nothin’ on me mister officer uh uh
mister officer, your team ain’t strong enough
i’m randolph , mortimer, —— no trading places

i still live the matrix, i’m ridin’ dirty, i’m faded i’m wasted
i’m high off the life, man i get what i want
what don’t give me i take it
attorney faded them cases, i seen them haters hated
but i don’t f— wit’ the lame sh–, so f— you n—- i made it

breathe, stretch, shake that’s what mase said
cards always trump f— wit’ aces
gotta get the money times wastin’ uh… break bread

started from the bottom but i came up
i don’t never change still the same one
i’m the realest n—– since day one
and imma be that n—– til my day come

turn the m-th-f—- music up

[hook]
i said i came up
m-th-f— i came up
my n—– i came up

rose gold chain, iced out ring
throw it in the air, money ain’t a thang
thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang

[verse 2: broadway dolla]
foreign cars got a few of those, i’m a super freak, i got super h—
when the top come down they remove their clothes
my life’s a mov-ie yo not in the stud-i-o uh
had to dumb it down for these dumb f—-
a n—- got rich cause of dumb luck
the c0ke came raw it was uncut
the money came in loads like a dump truck

bakin’ soda, bakin’ soda
pyrex vision, cook in my kitchen
real rap n—-, you should pay attention
couldn’t talk if i ain’t live it, now i’m livin’ my vision
now i’m livin’ my vision, —- roof gone on the six b—-
ain’t gotta cook in my kitchen,— every night ruth chris

food made to order, —– had a son made a daughter
now i do all for the fam straight
but i ain’t know it came wit a fanbase, and a d-mn case, in the d-mn race, for this d-mn cake. f—- it, now the fam straight
streetlife … —– that’s the brand name

american gangsta, c0ke or pepsi
american hustle move the dope like they let me… i should win an espi

american gangsta, c0ke or pepsi
american hustle move the dope like they let me… i should win an espi
—– i should win an espi

[hook]
i said i came up
m-th-f— i came up
my n—- i came up

rose gold chain, iced out ring
throw it in the air, money ain’t a thang
thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang-thang

[outro]
millionaire flow —— billionaire flow —— millionaire flow

m-ss you a beast for this one man….

- broadway dolla lyrics

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