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letra de come up like me - kokane

[intro: kokane]
ice cube, kokane
here to give you some game
(i want to see you come up like me)
why don’t you come up ’lil homies
yeah

[kokane]
i’d rather give you some knowledge
i’d rather give you some game
than rather give you a sack in your hands to sling cocaine
cause ain’t no love in these cold hearted streets
a bunch of motherf-ckers is tellin’
yeah, with a gang of jealousy
give a f-ck what you tellin’ me
cause i ain’t buyin’ it
little n-gga, get it together
stop being so d-mn defiant
cause you can learn a lot, from a crash test dummy
now, f-ck goin’ to jail
go legit, and get the money
the definition of insanity
is hangin’ with the same broke n-ggas, expectin’ a bigger salary
now free your mind, and your ass will follow
he could’ve made it to the nba, but got popped with a hollow
all because he didn’t wanna listen
cement shoes, nice swimmin’ with the fishes
vicious, the system only promised you a grave or prison
but you can come up like me, if you stand on your business
[chorus: kokane & ice cube]
i want to see you come up like me
yeah, waddup cube

[verse 2: ice cube]
you wanna come up like me?
you outta your league
not so much weed
let’s think with some speed
crips do bleed, pirus feel blue
don’t k!ll the messenger for tellin’ the truth
we all gon’ be in the same mortuary
we all gettin’ buried in the same cemetery
will i be bangin’ six feet under?
cause i got buried
where are my colors? will god accept me?
the devil, he let me
k!ll my own kind
before they wet me
n-ggas caught me slippin’ on that last day
blunt still burnin’ in your ashtray
wasn’t brought up that way
got caught up that way
this f-ckin’ l.a., caught me a stray
remember the day, like it was yesterday
i shoulda listened to the lord when i heard him say (what?)
[chorus: kokane]
i want to see you come up like me

[verse 3: kokane]
don’t throw your life away for a couple of dollars
it ain’t worth it, cause they handin’ out the football numbers
get a honest job, ain’t nothin’ wrong with that
cause we k!llin’ each other, the government supply to scr-p
and this internet thuggin’ is at an all-time high
confessin’ to a murder on ig live
look here little homie, only the strong survive
but a blind man can never leave the blind

[chorus: kokane]
i want to see you come up like me

- kokane

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