Rise Up (feat. Ax2)
Yeah
2016
Back when we were 15
Way before the nicotine and all we want's a small degree
Thinkin bout the good times and the bad time
This was way before the fact that we knew we were gonna rhyme
Now we here standing big and tall
Thinkin bout the fucking money
How we never gonna fall yeah
How we used the be the Flintstones
Now we in the fucking zone
Now we just a little grown
Now we got the fucking thone yeah
Its a fucking crazy ride
Got a bentley by our side
We know we gon be alright
Finding gold on riversides
You can come and testify
We ain't close to satisfied until we get that verified check mark mate
And we on the fucking rise now
There's no stopping us
We in the grind now
Goin for the gold we ain't stopping till we old
We just gonna get the bread and we ain't dropping till we dead now
Yeah
And we goin on the rise now
You ain't catching us we're way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apart of this
We ride till we die and we know we gone be aight now
Yeah
Now we made it out of high school
Getting into college thinking nigga we was chill
But we were there just for the bills
Dreaming bout the fucking mills
Livin in the fucking hills
Moving so fast
Others stop and stare in still
Aye
We on the fucking rise now
No sign of us ever stopping
Put too much into this
We ain't ever losing it
We always fucking got it
Once we reach the top ain't no way my homies flopping
Yeah they reaching their goals
Ain't no talking counterfeit
We succeeding till we're old
Nothing better than gold
Chasing money not the fame
After people call me lame just stay in your lane yeah
Yeah
And we on the fucking rise now
There's no stopping us
We in the grind now
Goin for the gold we ain't stopping till we old
We just gonna get the bread and we ain't dropping till we dead now
Yeah
And we goin on the rise now
You ain't catching us we're way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apart of this
We ride till we die and we know we gone be aight now
Yeah
Thinkin to our future selves
Thinkin bout the fucking wealth
Be the highest on the hill
Share a blunt with Jack and Jill
Counting stack
Counting mills
Count our money
Count the bills
Have this ice up on our wrist that make us cool and make us chill
Yeah we know
This shit ain't no slick talk
Gotta drop walk like we Rick Ross
Got a crib locked
We the big boss
We like Kevin and the rock
Saying welcome to the jungle
Fuck with us and you will struggle
Cuz we packing all the muscle
Gotta learn from all the hustle
Stay collective and stay humble
Once we solve the fucking puzzle
See the bigger picture now that you got of mixture of sounds
And this shit flipped like it's a switch
Call it the fucking holy scripture now
Succeed in everything we- oh my god
You had it you had it
I had it
I said succeed in everything
And then I fucked it
Err
You know you know what fuck it
You know what we're doing
We're doing this in two takes
We're doing two stanzas in one fucking take
Living in our fucking dreams
Unreal is just how it seems
Feels like yesterday
Thinking bout all we could be
And the people we would see
And I just could not believe
It was me they came to see
Looking back to all my idols
All my rivals
All my peers that were just vital
They just opened up my mind to all the money and the rhymes
Got me through the worst of times
I could never rise up on my own
Day ones are the ones I owe
Thanks to those who help me grow
Yeah
And we on the fucking rise now
There's no stopping us
We in the grind now
Goin for the gold we ain't stopping till we old
We just gonna get the bread and we ain't dropping till we dead now
Yeah
And we goin on the rise now
You ain't catching us we're way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apart of this
We ride till we die and we know we gone be aight now
Yeah
And we on the fucking rise now
We we we on fucking rise fucking rise now
Goin goin for for the gold we ain't stopping stopping till we old
Till till till till we old old (Shut up)
Yeah
And we goin goin rise now (la chinge guey)
You ain't catching us we're way way way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apa pa pa part of this
We ride ride die die die and we know we gone be
2016
Back when we were 15
Way before the nicotine and all we want's a small degree
Thinkin bout the good times and the bad time
This was way before the fact that we knew we were gonna rhyme
Now we here standing big and tall
Thinkin bout the fucking money
How we never gonna fall yeah
How we used the be the Flintstones
Now we in the fucking zone
Now we just a little grown
Now we got the fucking thone yeah
Its a fucking crazy ride
Got a bentley by our side
We know we gon be alright
Finding gold on riversides
You can come and testify
We ain't close to satisfied until we get that verified check mark mate
And we on the fucking rise now
There's no stopping us
We in the grind now
Goin for the gold we ain't stopping till we old
We just gonna get the bread and we ain't dropping till we dead now
Yeah
And we goin on the rise now
You ain't catching us we're way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apart of this
We ride till we die and we know we gone be aight now
Yeah
Now we made it out of high school
Getting into college thinking nigga we was chill
But we were there just for the bills
Dreaming bout the fucking mills
Livin in the fucking hills
Moving so fast
Others stop and stare in still
Aye
We on the fucking rise now
No sign of us ever stopping
Put too much into this
We ain't ever losing it
We always fucking got it
Once we reach the top ain't no way my homies flopping
Yeah they reaching their goals
Ain't no talking counterfeit
We succeeding till we're old
Nothing better than gold
Chasing money not the fame
After people call me lame just stay in your lane yeah
Yeah
And we on the fucking rise now
There's no stopping us
We in the grind now
Goin for the gold we ain't stopping till we old
We just gonna get the bread and we ain't dropping till we dead now
Yeah
And we goin on the rise now
You ain't catching us we're way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apart of this
We ride till we die and we know we gone be aight now
Yeah
Thinkin to our future selves
Thinkin bout the fucking wealth
Be the highest on the hill
Share a blunt with Jack and Jill
Counting stack
Counting mills
Count our money
Count the bills
Have this ice up on our wrist that make us cool and make us chill
Yeah we know
This shit ain't no slick talk
Gotta drop walk like we Rick Ross
Got a crib locked
We the big boss
We like Kevin and the rock
Saying welcome to the jungle
Fuck with us and you will struggle
Cuz we packing all the muscle
Gotta learn from all the hustle
Stay collective and stay humble
Once we solve the fucking puzzle
See the bigger picture now that you got of mixture of sounds
And this shit flipped like it's a switch
Call it the fucking holy scripture now
Succeed in everything we- oh my god
You had it you had it
I had it
I said succeed in everything
And then I fucked it
Err
You know you know what fuck it
You know what we're doing
We're doing this in two takes
We're doing two stanzas in one fucking take
Living in our fucking dreams
Unreal is just how it seems
Feels like yesterday
Thinking bout all we could be
And the people we would see
And I just could not believe
It was me they came to see
Looking back to all my idols
All my rivals
All my peers that were just vital
They just opened up my mind to all the money and the rhymes
Got me through the worst of times
I could never rise up on my own
Day ones are the ones I owe
Thanks to those who help me grow
Yeah
And we on the fucking rise now
There's no stopping us
We in the grind now
Goin for the gold we ain't stopping till we old
We just gonna get the bread and we ain't dropping till we dead now
Yeah
And we goin on the rise now
You ain't catching us we're way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apart of this
We ride till we die and we know we gone be aight now
Yeah
And we on the fucking rise now
We we we on fucking rise fucking rise now
Goin goin for for the gold we ain't stopping stopping till we old
Till till till till we old old (Shut up)
Yeah
And we goin goin rise now (la chinge guey)
You ain't catching us we're way way way too fucking high now
You ain't gonna be apa pa pa part of this
We ride ride die die die and we know we gone be
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Angel Davila
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