JUICE - Gotta Come Up lyrics

Make way, NBA Ballers, Juice, Conglomerate, Emmaculate on the beat

[Juice]

Man, we up late, watchin old tapes of the greats

The only hoop, was a milk crate, we practice late

'till like seven or eight, tryin to get in shape

Like I got a cast on, tryin to catch me a break

It all started put with a dream of being famous

Making players on every other team know what my name is

So I did my workout routines on the daily

And no, I wasn't looking to clean, they didn't play me

But soon as I jumped on the scene, they had to pay me

I celebrated, got myself some bling, it was crazy

Pregame warm-up, the trainer's stretching me

A million on the line, plus the fame and legacy

A pride much bigger than the name and cheddar though

Cuz soon as they threw him in the game, I let it go

Forever rated, I never hesitated

Now my whole career is in drive, I'm designated

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You gotta come up, gotta put your life on the line

To try to make it out the hood in these trifling times

You gotta come up, you gotta makes some ends for your crew

You got your whole block depending on you

Look dog, get your game up, four hundred shots a day

And you could hit 'em from a block away, that's what's up

You gotta come up, you ready for the lime light

You saying it's your time right

[Juice]

Back in college, I learned to hit a trey incredible

Now I am one rich NBA professional

Too quick, and even if you were to see a pass

The next thing you know, you down thirty at the half

And no it's not a game jo, he for real

The top scorer but, he lead the league in steals

The league endorsements, he really need the deals

And it's all good 'cause he be hitting threes for real

Plus, he get excited when he sees a mill

To buy a crib for his momma just so she could chill

As a kid he was cold, three degrees for real

So that's why the necklace is freezing still

And he ain't goin back to the hood he came from

So don't be surprised how good the game come

Lift off, watch me approach the skies

And if I catch you trying to jump, you getting posterized

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[Juice]

I be dunking so much 'till it's hurtin my arm

And I keep weighin millin like I work on a farm

I know you saw me at the garden, lil' daddy I lit it up

Dribble, got three seconds to get it up, to half court

See, me losing, that's my last thought

I jumped so high, I need a passport

But not you, 'cause I could make you travel without one

I win, you lose, the only possible outcomes

Hit a couples treys on you player, that's six more

Your coach cannot hit him when he shot with that clip board

So you could let your whole click stick me

But homeboy, you minimal wage, you six fifty

You know why I ain't nice to opponents

'Cause I beeen waiting all my life for this moment

Like I'm Phill Collins, still balling it's on

And even when it's man to man, I still stay in my zone