They'll do anything for the come up
To get them funds up
Ballied up and now he's stressin' in the back of the truck
Cos it's time to run up
To put his gun up
'Cos for them ends to meet he gotta get back out on them streets
And do some dumb stuff
Don't you judge us
Father forgive me for my sins I was just trying to win
And that's the come up
That's the come up
Head been tripping out and I don't know who to blame
Could just be myself but there's way too much at play
Wanna give it up but there's way too much at stake
But I wanna give it up cos it's way too much to take
Every day I slide away from my sanity
Taking my brain man I'm hating reality
Blazing this haze swear it's making me manic g
Pop Rivotril and vallies trynna deal with this plastic scene
Feels like everybody's keepin' secrets from me
Demons creep at nighttime man I don't know why they haunt me
When I write rhymes seems it all can be abolished
Then it's straight back in this mental pit I don't know how to stop it
Only kickback when the pots lit
Only when I write rhymes that I'm speaking on these topics
I'm on the come up try to stop me
Yeah from day-dot they all try copy
Whole team got the bars on lock
Free my brothers held back by the bars and locks
Got me seizing the moment you know I can't stop
Wasted too many months on the bars and rock
Don't wanna look back got a future to improve
But I'm still cooked as moving with my crew
Used to get looked at like I'm stupid and it's true
But they all trynna hang now they're losers watch me cruise
I been gone for months and ain't nobody missing me, nah
Last time you seen me bet I wasn't even me
'Cos I've been hiding all these demons Underneath a fake demeanour
Buying fresh outfits to try disguise the fact that I'm a fiend
I've got black boxes packed with fits that sitting stashed inside my jeans brah
So what you know about these amphetamines
I mean I'm trynna stop and change it up, and maybe sleep
But all these snakes around me lie and wait, they trynna eat
So if I crash in this flat here I won't wake up, I miss the the simple days of old
Just getting stoned with mates in sheds and getting pissed in pubs
These days it's all about the set up for the come up
We never go to sleep but we ain't ever see the sun up
You're either getting ran in on, or you the one who runs up
Gripping that so tight, hope you don't fuck up
These rappers only beef online for clout and hold their guns up
Young-ins here will blade their brother for the come up, real talk
They'll do anything for the come up
To get them funds up
Ballied up and now he's stressin' in the back of the truck
Cos it's time to run up
To put his gun up
'Cos for them ends to meet he gotta get back out on them streets
And do some dumb stuff
Don't you judge us
Father forgive me for my sins I was just trying to win
And thats's the come up
That's the come up