Mitty Fresh nDa' Gang - The Come Up
(Ayo, from the bottom to the apex…)
Yeah, they ain’t see the grind, they just see the shine.
But this right here? This the story of the climb. Let’s go!
Started with a dream, pockets full of lint,
Vision 20/20, but the rent money spent.
Hustlin’ out the basement, makin’ beats on the low,
Now they pay to hear me speak, every bar’s a kilo.
Uh, blood, sweat, and tears in this notebook I’m scribblin’,
Doubted by the world, but the grind kept me militant.
Turned the pain into paper, every scar’s a stripe,
Now they watch me take off like the stars at night.
Had to work when they slept, had to move when they froze,
Put my faith in the hustle, now I’m switchin’ my clothes.
Designer on the tag, but I’m still humble at heart,
‘Cause I remember every struggle that birthed this art.
This the come up, yeah, this the rise,
From the bottom to the top, where the skyline lies.
This the come up, yeah, it’s the grind,
Every second, every minute, I was built for the climb.
Yo, I’m talkin’ ramen nights, candles for the lights,
When the power got cut, I’d write bars by the fight.
I was hungry, not just for a meal but a plate,
With my name engraved, served on a silver state.
Kept my circle tight, snakes get no invite,
They smile in your face, but they poison the bite.
I turned losses into lessons, pressure into blessings,
Made the grind my confession, every move is progression.
From the block to the stage, from the mic to the screen,
This the life I envisioned, I’m just livin’ the dream.
But I ain’t forget my roots, Mitty Fresh built this fam,
I’m still the same kid, just a new game plan.
This the come up, yeah, this the rise,
From the bottom to the top, where the skyline lies.
This the come up, yeah, it’s the grind,
Every second, every minute, I was built for the climb.
They didn’t see the nights I spent alone, plotting moves,
They didn’t feel the weight of all the dreams I had to prove.
They only see the glory, but not the story behind,
Every late night hustle, every mountain I climbed.
Now the phone stay ringin’, my calendar’s booked,
But I stay the same me, no chapters overlooked.
The come up ain’t pretty, but it’s beautiful too,
‘Cause every scar’s a medal that I carry for you.
This the come up, yeah, this the rise,
From the bottom to the top, where the skyline lies.
This the come up, yeah, it’s the grind,
Every second, every minute, I was built for the climb.
(Yeah, this the come up…)
Every loss was a step, every pain was a gain,
Now I’m standin’ in the sun, but I came from the rain.
This the come up—remember my name.
We just gettin’ started, baby. Ain’t no limit to the game.
