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Yep, I done came way up I done way up, yep I done came way up Child of the ghetto and child of God (child of God) Started off at the bottom, but still I rise (still I rise) Never been with the drama but still I ride (still I ride) From a block where you barely get peace of mind (uh) Punch the clock til I get my piece of the pie (what) It's peace and love but still keep a piece by my side (by my side) Watch them Cujo, hang life a Keep em a reason they shootin like Tony Kukoc White chalk, yellow tape that's where we live (where we live) When beef comes, they cook it, that shit get real (shit get real) Whatever happen, it happens that's how I feel (how I feel) Flow starving, I'm hungry you see my ribs While niggas was rockin Rollie, gold chains and designer gear (what) I was still in the trenches at mama crib (at mama crib) I was still in the gutter selling that shit (uh) Them niggas shooting to kill, I'm thankful they missed (uh) I done came up (came up), I done came way up Yep, I done came (came up) I done came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep, I done came (came up) Came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep I done came I done came way up (way up) SongtexteI done came way up, yep I done came (Eastside, yeah) Sitting wicked, Spitta chillin, rollin sticky Sippin Simply Lemonade in the shade I'm black, gifted and paid Pull the pin from a grenade and put that bitch to the page Writing bombs, setting off alarms It's too late, it's already on You in a storm with no umbrella or rain coats In a Wraith takin my lady to get a root beer float Slangin that audio dope, fresh off the boat Dookie gold rope, Clicquot moat Sun barely arose, the OJ cold This bottle cost me fifteen dollars I got that came from Larry J, my Bay Area partner Studio writing history down with Trade and Roddy In a kush fog, word to C-Murda, I'm with my true dogs (true dogs) I done came up (came up), I done came way up Yep, I done came (came up) I done came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep, I done came (came up) Came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep I done came I done came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep I done came (Ya, ya, Villain) Smoking on that loudpack, ridin dirty with my new strap Doing 100 with my top back, they wondering how I got that They don't like that, they don't like that Got a new red bone waiting on me Her old man be hating on me cause Trade get to that paper, homie Super coup with new plates on it Black hoodie with that Bape on it Super Villain, no cape on me Bossed up like my name Tony Montana Rep New Orleans, Louisiana No Nelly, but I got that country grammar Best friends locked in the slammer Bad bitch that's from Savannah Louis bag to hold my hammer, yeah Every day I'm makin plays, stackin chips like Frito Lays Smokin gas that's from the Bay Ask them niggas from around my way Trademark be in the cut, counting money up, he all a bout getting paid I done came up (came up), I done came way up Yep, I done came (came up) I done came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep, I done came (came up) Came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep I done came I done came way up (way up) I done came way up, yep I done came Aus Songtexte Mania