Pill, Wale, Teedra Moses, Curren$y, CyHi - Rise lyrics

[Pill, Wale, Teedra Moses, Curren$y, CyHi - Rise lyrics]

M-M-Maybach Music cyHi, okay yeah, hah

My music make the crowd move
Hah, I'm in the car rolling cow food
Yeah, but I still keep a strap with me
I ain't never been a slipper
That's a house shoe
Hah, got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move but I keep a loud tool
Play games, you'll be shitting in a pouch
Fool got stock like DOW do
New hardtop, off the car lot
Hit the gas, tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop, bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work, we got them H&R Blocks
Alumni, yeah I'm from the
School of hard knocks
Looking out for the 12, Roger Staubach
No café but we had them hard rocks
For the bread
They'll throw you off of dark docks
So before ya heart stop, or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you
Straight like a bar shot
Cause the streets don't play fair, huh
Niggas mad cause you got more
Rides than the state fair
Terrified, I can't lie, boy I stay scared
So I keep a lot of toys like a daycare
Huh, hold the shotty like a bass player
I ain't a killer
I'm just tryna stay safe player

It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high ay (Ay) ay
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high

It's a mystery
Break out ya magnifying glasses
With ya hat and fine jackets
MACs and iron ratchets asinine bastards
Biggest packs of line backers
Pussy fat with fine asses in
The back with lines asking
"Who that on that new track
With that rap reclined backwards?"
I knew that it was you but matter fact
Don't mind asking
Cooling on 'em, moving on 'em
My shooters on 'em show this flow off like a
Trophy and a new diploma
Graduation, crackers say that I
Wasn't gon' make it pack of paper
Pen and pad and now calculate it
Malcolm made it, cinematic and black related
Addicts and crack and bases
My status is cracking faces
Embarrassing, cracking vases at
The dinner party
I took no slow classes baby but yes
I been retarded
You see my folks acting crazy
Like it's in kindergarten
I'm bringing heat like old ladies
When they is menopausing okay then

It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high ay (Ay) ay
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high

Yeah, been at the lowest of my lows
That's why I get high hoping no one ever know
To open up my mind
I can show you what I wrote
Or rather show you how to boat and
Hope that you can live or float
Independently self made and well paid
Three whips, one chain, no welt pain
When you treeing over niggas, they gon' yell
"Shade" they out of patience where I
Live cause they sell weight
Avoided the temptation of crack slinging
But Lincoln Park had it looking
Like back in the 80s
Now my partners getting broads
And the hottest whips
And I was sweating hours tryna
Get the illest scholarship
Ain't have a pot to piss, I wasn't born rich
When I be writing
I'm as hungry as a model bitch
She got the fattest ass
They got the hottest look
Leaving with eight bitches
I need some octopuss' see how Wale go, J4 DS
My Lake Shore whore never be on the BS
Bullshit, Chi Town, ridin' 'round, top down
Hanging with the squares will be
The reason niggas not around
What it do? Penny Foams all blue
Or you could probably use a nigga drive
Welcome to my carpool
Double MG shit, G double-O-D shit
Five time foul niggas need to stop reaching

It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high ay (Ay) ay
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high

High as fuck with my down ass
Bitch roll to the Porsche from the bus pass
But got lost when me and
The cash crossed paths
Indo smoke out my nose, no mustache
Bitches I want but that money is a must have
Fuck is you drunk? Pay that up
Front like the Ferrari trunk
Be careful, you won't have to be sorry hun
Stay close to the G's and
You might learn somethin'
Might earn somethin'
Chop it up like mobsters on the rooftop
Let you burn somethin'
Stop talking so much, soak it up
Next time you have somethin' to say
Boss the fuck up
Butcher knives done died tryna be
As sharp as us talking 'bout you on yo' way
See them niggas downstairs 'fore
You talk to us
By appointments, no walk-ups, yeah

It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high ay (Ay) ay
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty"
Getting high

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