Boy On the Come Up - Oncue

Simply barbaric, barbaric

Barbaric!

Let that word resound, from hill to hill, from valley to valley,

across the broad land

Hear me!

Yeah I’m big headed but you small minded

I try and get it, hey, whole team grinding

Fuck what they say, yeah I put my time in

Aw, I need a Louis lining, Michelin star dining

Imma be honest

I was eating Little Caesar’s with the buffalo ranch

Fuck all you geezers, yeah, you fuckin' old men

Flow barbaric, let my fam come then

Guess she know all my lyrics so she taking off her pants

Cuey be that next shit, Imma cop a X6

Flex on my exes, they already think I’m sexist

All that corny shit you call your raps don’t impress us

Better pay attention, watch how I finesse this

Goddamn, all you rappers are lucky that I fell off

Better switch plans, next six months Imma go the hell off

Yeah, I’m dropping all these records like it’s motherfucking light work

You’re dropping all your records, praying, hoping that it might work

Yeah, I’m showing now like Ds in a tight shirt

Wanna get like this?

Then you better fix your life first

I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going

Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boys are fake cause my boy on the come

up

I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing

You stuck on that same shit, so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

You already know, hey, you already know, hey

Yeah, your boy on the come up

It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh

Yeah, your boy on the come up

You already know, yeah, you already know

Yeah, your boy on the come up

It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh

Said fucking shit, my shit been booming

And money talk, talk that I be fluent

If it’s not, then please keep it moving, I’ont got the time

Yeah, you wasn’t there, wasn’t there when I was losing, all starving then

I mean, barely no food, and I swore to God

I’ll come back to prove I was always right

I see your name in my missed calls now

Hey, girl, you got me pissed off now

I lift off, so you criss cross now

Thinking that you Kylie, you my Rick Ross now

Imma go from summer to the winter, hey

Born a loser but I turned into a winner, hey

Learned it by the finger, if you’re tryna take my dinner, hey

Look what I spent, I repent, I’m a sinner, oh

Ain’t no option when your back against the wall

Break down the motherfucker, hammer or a saw

I keep going ham, oh baby, I keep going off

Go grab your camera, cause your boy about to ball

This persisistence, talent — that’s a win (?)

Way back when, when I put you on my shit

You turned up your nose, but I stiffed up my lip

Can’t hold it in, baby, goddamn I’m the shit

I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going

Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boys are fake cause my boy on the come

up

I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing

You stuck on that same shit so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

You already know, hey, you already know, hey

Yeah, your boy on the come up

It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh

Yeah, your boy on the come up

You already know, hey, you already know

Yeah, your boy on the come up

It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh