[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 shit get real (Shit get real)
Whatever happen gon' happen, 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, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Roddy & Curren$y]
I done came up (Came up), I done came way up
Yep, I done came (Came up)
I done came way up (Way up)
I done came way up, yep, I done came (Came up)
Came way up (Way up)
I done came way up, yep, I done came (Yeah, yeah)
I done came way up (Way up ,yeah)
I done came way up, yep, I done came (Eastside, yeah)
Yep, I done came way up
I done way up
Yep, I done came
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Child of the ghetto and child of God (Child of God)
Started off at the bottom, but still I rise (Still I rise)
Never been with the drama, but still I ride (Still I ride)
From a block where you barely get peace of mind (Uh)
Punch the clock 'til I get my piece of the pie (What?)
It's peace and love, but still keep a piece by my side (By my side)
Watch them Cujo, hang life a puto
Give 'em a reason, they shootin' like Tony Kukoc (Pow)
White chalk, yellow tape, that's where we live (Where we live)
When beef comes, they cook it, that shit get real (Shit get real)
Whatever happen gon' happen, that's how I feel (How I feel)
Flow starving, I'm hungry, you see my ribs
While niggas was rockin' Rollie, gold chains, and designer gear (What?)
I was still in the trenches at mama crib (At mama crib)
I was still in the gutter selling that shit (Uh)
Them niggas shooting to kill, I'm thankful they missed (Uh, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Roddy & Curren$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)
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