E02: Up-And-Coming [-2] - Gracy Hopkins

-Yo, yo, yo, yo, we’re out here chilling with my bro Grizzly, the new king man,

the new Albert Pe$o, you dig?

I’m chilling with my…

-Fuck you mean new Albert Pe$o?

Fuck your references, doing everything by

myself.

Writing, making, recording, mixing and mastering everything by myself,

now get the fuck outta here!

Young nigga getting closer to the throne

Winnin all getting closer to the bomb

Detractors barking like dogs

So I got em getting closer to the bone

Young nigga getting closer to the throne

To them boys, I be looking like a coach

Talkin' bout it, when I pop the advance

All this money build a bus in my pants

Young nigga got 'em (ugh) in shock

Ain’t afraid to tell a nigga to stop

My noise getting closer to the roarrr

Your noise getting closer to the groan

Man top, man G ain’t pressured

Man cop', man 'py, man paste, yup

Young niggas getting closer to the clone

Money callin', getting closer to the phone

I turn great like s’posed to

I told fame come closer

Des grands steps comme Claude

I’d like to stay unsigned

Myself and I, my own roster

A little word if you don’t like me

Or if hate is your parents

I make y’all turn foster

(UP) and (COMING), no F, getting As only, if you keep losing get away from me,

nigga

I’m (UP) and (COMING), please leave, wanna fuck me just to get a clue about the

release, so sad

I’m (UP) and (COMING), I (WALK) and (RUNNING) yo, win again, and win again,

and win again, and winning

I’m (UP) and (COMING), I’m (COLD) and (BURNING) like time I’m (RUNNING) shit,

nah!

Young nigga ain’t posing with the chrome

Young nigga getting closer to the throne

And I’m cleaning my ass with the crown, (yeah, yeah)

Now that’s some shit on the thing, (yeah, yeah)

Now the gold and the stone turn brown

Yeah, yeah, I repaint the whole room with my excrement

Got George next to me screaming «excellent»

Dope shit, stay the plug of the instrument, you can ask him and who can test

the man?

Call a asian boy to translate

That’s gold on my dick, get away from it

Unmask you right now, sense ain’t late

Unless that ass is platinum, what you doing here?

Get lost

Ex-girl bringing roses to the dome

Ex-haters making noises to this song, oh shit!

I turn great like s’posed to

I told fame come closer

Des grands steps comme Claude

I’d like to stay unsigned

Myself and I, my own roster

A little word if you don’t like me

Or if hate is your parents

«You've fucked with the wrong one b, on God you will pay for that shit cuz,

should have kept your mouth shut»

I make y’all turn foster

(UP) and (COMING), no F, getting As only, if you keep losing get away from me,

nigga

I’m (UP) and (COMING), please leave, wanna fuck me just to get a clue about the

release, so sad

I’m (UP) and (COMING), I (WALK) and (RUNNING) yo, win again, and win again,

and win again, and winning

I’m (UP) and (COMING), I’m (COLD) and (BURNING) like time I’m (RUNNING) shit,

nah!

(I'm a rockstar.)

The goal of your life is to blow up

You going to do everything to reach this point

But stupidity had you, and now you’re trapped

Albert Pe$o wants you down

Now the love of your life start to blow up

Your phone, you do everything to dodge this

Wrong are you actions, and you start to think.

Only now.

But too late