Trying To Come Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James] I had a hard time in life, trying to come up Blocks, Marci I had a hard time in life, trying to come up ConCreatures, let's get it [Verse 1: Boldy James] It's been a long hard struggle and an even longer grind Since I learned how to hustle, I've been eating off the rind In the concrete jungle where they feed you to the lions Only nigga getting money 'sides Heemy and Laron On the Southfield Service Drive, North M-39 Percy the Prince of Persia, Cheese, he the don And Dee-Dee keep the iron, I'm pretty sure once before You done met my neighbors, now it's time to meet the Cons In these streets mainline, it's mafia, what else? M-A-P, Game Time, that's a honor of travail Hundred-thousand-dollar bill, nigga, this shit is real Tryna bond out of jail on ten percent of a mil' When you looking at an L, getting blamed For everything under the sun 'cept the niggas that you killed Sitting in my cell, thinking bout the hit Now every time I dream about the shit, I get the chills Waking up in hot sweats, gripping steel Living in the projects, missing meals Eating a gas station combo, that's a cigarill' Pack of squares, some Mambas and a ginger ale But now I'm tipping scales, boes coming in the mail And at the end of the day, I'm tryna pin a tail I got that white girl, and I don't kiss and tell [Chorus] I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Yeah, yeah Blunt and the coke, the crib's cold, the furnace is broke Young niggas turning coat but I'm awoke See C-notes, the dream was to flee to Rio With something mean that speak Creole My ambition, Christian Dior, Valentino, ski on a kilo My tee is fitted like a guido Still get that VO on the D-low, steamboats, linen blowing Skin be glowing, nigga' chest showing I'm not a limp, pop in the clip, hollows with the copper tip Street politics, them niggas old The fifth'll show, my shit is like a fishing pole Play the grave shift, blaze spliffs with the suede kicks My Asian bitch in the whip, wait patient while I'm throwing dice Over Nikes, frozen ice Cold bites, your partner's is fed to the mice Wet the carpet, your carcass is supermarket Bulldog come out the shooters harness Your arm spit? Nah, never left your armpit Surrounded by fiends, this shit is like a mosh pit They raided the crib, the gauge is near the bed While I jump out the window and break a leg I'm too cold to break a sweat, wait, next The weight is wet, the weed's laced with wet The Ds chase, squeeze eights, escape death Take steps, playing with cakes is like Russian Roulette The touch or bump ways to connect Your men could take it to the neck, take the bet Spray the TEC with no bayonet Evade the net, pay the debt, never slept nigga [Chorus] I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up I had a hard time in life, trying to come up [Outro: Roc Marciano] Muh'fuck it, shit nigga Shit ain't no muh'fuckin joke nigga Fuck you think? You think shit sweet nigga? This shit ain't sweet, you faggot Marc, uh...