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reek & sage – the come up lyrics

[intro: malcolm whitelow]
aye, right

[verse 1: malcolm whitelow]
fake it till you make it, imma wing it till i’m taking flight
hanging with the makers, in a hangar, made mistakes in life
and late at night, i’m thinking bout it, been tryna get payment by
the weight of five not+so+petite accountants, we raising prices
same as eye brows on a face astounded, the rate is high
adjacent by, the sound when the bass is pounding, i’m faded tryna
drown out that other sh+t, down out and under sh+t
i just need a break and then a thou’ wow for my mother sh+t
i just need some change, these changes wild now & they doubling
up like everyday my brothers down south & they hustling
kick sh+t every track could catch a round house & we running sh+t
i can’t have no fear, can’t have no doubt now if we stuck in this
need oven mits, flow hot, you can’t touch or try to clone it
know these struggle fits clean
but really need to buy some more sh+t, wait
only got my dream, i lost the dollar buying smoke
this sh+t is bogus, though it’s better living this than living hopeless

[hook: malcolm whitelow]
aye, some would steal or rob or drill
or pop the steel for this moment
knew the stakes and shot to k!ll for this moment
well here we are (coming, coming up, coming up, coming up)
yeah here we are (coming, coming up, coming up, coming up)
aye, some would steal or rob or drill
or pop the steel for this moment
know some fakes have crossed the real for this moment
well here we are (coming, coming up, coming up, coming up)
now here we are (coming, coming up, coming up, coming up)

[verse 2: reek]
this the c+o+m+e+u+p not gone move me from position
i been clutching double shifting
while we drift through competition
hey, n+ggas fishy, eyeing tryna get me, never take the bait
i done came up in them trenches don’t let n+ggas touch your plate
safe guard your faith, the devil tryna get with me like everyday
my momma say, “it’s different when you be popping your own sh+t“
don’t let these b+tches get in my head just ride my own d+ck
stayed up on my job i been working i’m on some grown sh+t
we patient right?
used to f+ck b+tches without no condom just to play with life
now it’s protection for n+ggas out here trynna play with mine
stand at attention we on a mission
got product in need whipping and records that’s out here flipping
these shoulders heavy no chipping the weight away
i’m gone lug it, pushing up like a shove it
don’t worry n+gga i does it like, so effortless
even working harder these n+ggas, still won’t sweat the sh+t
i’m breaking bread and still gone have a snack lil b+tch

- reek sage lyrics

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