Come Up Show Freestyle Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Cosmic Kev]

Cosmic Show, Cosmic Kev

Big Sean in the building

Part 2, right back at it baby

[Intro: Big Sean]

Straight up, Philly what up though?

Detroit

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah you guessed it

Finally Famous in this thing, we finessin'

Cartier lenses on me, ain't no question

Oh in and out of town

I ain't slept in

Weeks

You ready?

Look I been in and out town

Still making plays even when I'm out of bounds

Automatic champagne poppin', never out of rounds

Tell me where the throne at, that's where I be sitting down

I run up in your city, run a spot, run a town

Bet I run that motherfucker even when I'm not around

Only time to fuck, not to fuck around

I got weed, bad bitches, and money and they all a hundred pounds

God damn, I am (for pot pans), turn that shit straight to hot sand

Yea I got the blue print, these niggas tryna' trace

They tell me slow down but I'm in the human race

And I be damn if I ain't first, never living in reverse

I just hit it from reverse, swear that shit so crazy

Man L.A girls so crazy, how's it sunny if them hoes there shady?

And New York bitches screaming fuck you pay me

In ATL they be eating all their gravy

And Detroit man them girls so gangsta'

In Philly, I seen some pretty faces

Look, I love it when she up and down the pole

Make me wanna' take your ass up and down in Khol's

Have you ever been in Napa where they champagne, sipped in

Fly across the border to the 4-1-6, then go up to Philly where they know this shit legit

One time for the hood, man you know that we the shit

Come through in the city and you know, East Philly and you know I'm reppin' Philly

Man shout out to Meek Milly, I be going in this bitch, tell 'em silly

Oh god damn, we should pop a wheelie

[Verse 2]

Dream Chasers, what up though?

It's that Finally Famous boy, we out here reppin'

Since day one, look

I got a lot on my mind, I got more on my face

If I ain't going to get it, that day is going to waste

I'm trying to move in my safe, like the safe was a safe house

I ain't going out to eat, but these hoes stay on a steak out

Oh you know it's official when I go bring in that (paper)

I'm looking through them magazines like this the girl I'm a take out

One time for Detroit, yea you know that's what stay out

Man you know, plotin' up in there man to find a way way out

Find a way way out, we had to fire our way way out

Music been bumpin' man we just waiting to break out

This the player you heard of, the young and assertive

I came from the dirt up and did it ya heard up

Hoes say I'm the man, 'uh huh I concur it

I'm young and perverted

If I don't get the pussy or the payment what the fuck is the purpose

No calling' my phone unless you the fam or my girl

I'm a just say there's no service, stayed connected it's cursive

[Cosmic Kev]

Hold up, we about to switch it off

[Sean]

I was just finna go off.. Quill what up tho

[Verse 3]

Live life

Get High

Change the world, man do it all before you go

In Europe riding European so it's not a foreign though

They like "Show me the Moves", no time for a tutorial

There's levels to the game like "who put this shit on story mode"

His story; historical

Mister Anderson, I know Sway ain't got the answers so I'm looking for the oracle

All my favorite rappers told me "Life's a bitch"

So I'mma fuck the world through the glory hole

So that bitch can't take me to the Maury show

If she don't smoke weed, pop pills, suck d***

If there's one thing that I hate, man it's boring hoes

All my girls love me, so if I die today it'll be like 5,011

Somethin' freaks at the memorial, ya bish

I hop up on the beat like it's the '08 me

When we was riding 4 deep boy no AC

Heading to the game for OK seats

Now I'm courtside at OKC

I know KD

And all these singer girls know me like 'Doe Rae Me'

Foh Sa Lah Tee Doe, but dope come first

No late fees

Kool-Aid smile

Colgate Teeth

The bigger that I get, the more I need shrinks

Woop Woop

Got a couple screws loose

You was in the winner's circle you just tryna get off in the fruit

Fruit Loop

Turned nothing into two, something into new

I could write a best seller out of Alphabet Soup

[Verse 4]

It Goes: Try Me, Try Me

I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family

Look I ain't playin' with nobody

I come from 6 Mile, I ain't a cosby

Understand I came up nigga, yeah that's all me

The world is in my palm, mothafucka I need palm trees

Hol' Up, Hol'up

This is a special record ... I may need to go on this for real