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Came Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Kay
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Manuel Reyes
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Young Kay - Came Up Lyrics




Ain't no love in these streets
Gotta walk with piece
I don't beef with no nigga
I just stomp ona beat
If it ain't about money
I don't even speak
They wanna see me down
But I'm up on my feet

Came up from poverty
Most these niggas doubted me
This is God's plan homie
Ain't no stoping this
Stacking real Paypa
Boy this Ain't monopoly
Beat the beat properly
Smoking lots of broccoli

I can neva hate
Grinding gotta make play
Ain't no pumping brakes
Try me I expose you fake
I don't hate nigga I congratulate
In my own lane
Playa I'm a heavy
They throwing shade
But ima shine any giving day
Trust my progress
Yeah I came a long way
They ain't give me props
F*ck it ima pave my way
Cut the middle men
Working I ain't here to play

Came up from poverty
Most these niggas doubted me
This is God's plan homie
Ain't no stoping this
Stacking real Paypa
Boy this Ain't monopoly
Beat the beat properly
Smoking lots of broccoli

Heart been cold solid
I can never fold
Tell the plug send me Flavors
On the next load
I ain't slacking
Savin all my profit
Going dumb they know
I been a problem
Spit it raw
I ain't with the Hiding
Ima keep it hunded
There's no reason to be lying
Tell em catch up
Quit all of the crying
Numbers going up
My math is multiplying

Came up from poverty
Most these niggas doubted me
This is God's plan homie
Ain't no stoping this
Stacking real Paypa
Boy this Ain't monopoly
Beat the beat properly
Smoking lots of broccoli
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English

Ain't no love in these streets
Gotta walk with piece
I don't beef with no nigga
I just stomp ona beat
If it ain't about money
I don't even speak
They wanna see me down
But I'm up on my feet

Came up from poverty
Most these niggas doubted me
This is God's plan homie
Ain't no stoping this
Stacking real Paypa
Boy this Ain't monopoly
Beat the beat properly
Smoking lots of broccoli

I can neva hate
Grinding gotta make play
Ain't no pumping brakes
Try me I expose you fake
I don't hate nigga I congratulate
In my own lane
Playa I'm a heavy
They throwing shade
But ima shine any giving day
Trust my progress
Yeah I came a long way
They ain't give me props
F*ck it ima pave my way
Cut the middle men
Working I ain't here to play

Came up from poverty
Most these niggas doubted me
This is God's plan homie
Ain't no stoping this
Stacking real Paypa
Boy this Ain't monopoly
Beat the beat properly
Smoking lots of broccoli

Heart been cold solid
I can never fold
Tell the plug send me Flavors
On the next load
I ain't slacking
Savin all my profit
Going dumb they know
I been a problem
Spit it raw
I ain't with the Hiding
Ima keep it hunded
There's no reason to be lying
Tell em catch up
Quit all of the crying
Numbers going up
My math is multiplying

Came up from poverty
Most these niggas doubted me
This is God's plan homie
Ain't no stoping this
Stacking real Paypa
Boy this Ain't monopoly
Beat the beat properly
Smoking lots of broccoli
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Writer: Manuel Reyes
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