Roc Marciano, Boldy James - Trying To Come Up lyrics

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

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, gang 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

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

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

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

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