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letra de came way up - curren$y, trademark da skydiver & young roddy

[intro: young roddy]
yep, i done came way up
i done way up
yep, i done came

[verse 1: young roddy]
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 puto
give ’em a reason, they shootin’ like tony kukoc (pow)
white chalk, yellow tape, that’s where we live (where we live)
when beef comes, they cook it, that sh-t get real (sh-t get real)
whatever happen gon’ happen, that’s how i feel (how i feel)
flow starving, i’m hungry, you see my ribs
while n-ggas 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 sh-t (uh)
them n-ggas shooting to k!ll, i’m thankful they missed (uh, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: young roddy & curren$y]
i done came up (came up), i done came way up
yep, i done came (came up)
i done came way up (way up)
i done came way up, yep, i done came (came up)
came way up (way up)
i done came way up, yep, i done came (yeah, yeah)
i done came way up (way up ,yeah)
i done came way up, yep, i done came (eastside, yeah)
[verse 2: curren$y]
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 b-tch to the page
writing bombs, setting off alarms
it’s too late, it’s already on
you in a storm with no umbrella or raincoats
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, yeah)

[chorus: young roddy & trademark da skydiver]
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 ,yeah)
i done came way up, yep, i done came (yeah, yeah, villain)
[verse 3: trademark da skydiver]
smoking on that loud pack, ridin’ dirty with my new strap
doing a hunnid with my top back, they wonderin’ how i got that
they don’t like that, they don’t like that
got a new redbone 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 b-tch 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 n-ggas from ’round my way
trademark be in the cut, counting money up, he all about getting paid, yeah

[chorus: young roddy]
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

- curreny trademark da skydiver young roddy

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