Rising Star
Figure that shit out
Ugh (M.A.K.)
If you just add to the problem
Why would I care for your comments
Round these parts they shoot stars
So please take care of your comets
See they love when you down
But feel a way when you up
Like all that work that you did
Was just to stay in the muck
Now as you raise out the mud
Make sure you see who remains
On the cuff of your jeans
As a blemish or stain
Rise high like a building
They wanna kick it like crane
But it's not to see you ball
No, it's more ball and chain
I seen niggas to go shows
Just to plot on rappers chains
And women loose they wedding rings
For a shooter in a range
Open shooter on the wing
I got time and I got range
So if you choose to come for mine
You either desperate of deranged
I never crossed a man
Who didn't have it coming to em, Unh
That's what Tony said
What good is that, cause Tony's dead
He got a big head
And lost Miami skiing slopes (That ego)
He wasn't used to people throwing salt
When it snows
Slippery when wet
I'm trekking through this slushy shit
Haters wished I'm dead
I'm working on it
Please don't rush me, bitch
I fell in love with the method of
Being in control of my demise
Release your soul up out them eyes
Staring at me on this stage
You never seen a God this live, aye
In the flesh
My spirit's full, I'm fearing less
I'm talking more about
My triggers from my upbringing
I coulda sipped a cup a lean
Until the cup leaning (That's facts)
But my way into escapism
Was much deeper
Staring in the mirror
Lying to myself
Like what's demons
I tried to drown myself
In weed and liquor club evenings
And shallow model girls
Who eating nothing but penis
So I
I left Hollywood like Meek
I couldn't believe myself like Meek
That nigga just like me
Championships erase the shit we seen
But the west just wasn't my game speed
Atleast
I start to see that space ship
Like Fabo in a fresh white tee
Snap ya fingers if you relate highkey
And if they naming who the sickest
And I ain't top 3
Might have to spell it out in blood
Like HIV
I be
The rising star
The one they sleeping on (What else)
The one to make your girlfriend get her creeping on
The one that got some old friends
And they up in arms
Cause as I've grown
All you niggas can't come along
MAK
Ugh (M.A.K.)
If you just add to the problem
Why would I care for your comments
Round these parts they shoot stars
So please take care of your comets
See they love when you down
But feel a way when you up
Like all that work that you did
Was just to stay in the muck
Now as you raise out the mud
Make sure you see who remains
On the cuff of your jeans
As a blemish or stain
Rise high like a building
They wanna kick it like crane
But it's not to see you ball
No, it's more ball and chain
I seen niggas to go shows
Just to plot on rappers chains
And women loose they wedding rings
For a shooter in a range
Open shooter on the wing
I got time and I got range
So if you choose to come for mine
You either desperate of deranged
I never crossed a man
Who didn't have it coming to em, Unh
That's what Tony said
What good is that, cause Tony's dead
He got a big head
And lost Miami skiing slopes (That ego)
He wasn't used to people throwing salt
When it snows
Slippery when wet
I'm trekking through this slushy shit
Haters wished I'm dead
I'm working on it
Please don't rush me, bitch
I fell in love with the method of
Being in control of my demise
Release your soul up out them eyes
Staring at me on this stage
You never seen a God this live, aye
In the flesh
My spirit's full, I'm fearing less
I'm talking more about
My triggers from my upbringing
I coulda sipped a cup a lean
Until the cup leaning (That's facts)
But my way into escapism
Was much deeper
Staring in the mirror
Lying to myself
Like what's demons
I tried to drown myself
In weed and liquor club evenings
And shallow model girls
Who eating nothing but penis
So I
I left Hollywood like Meek
I couldn't believe myself like Meek
That nigga just like me
Championships erase the shit we seen
But the west just wasn't my game speed
Atleast
I start to see that space ship
Like Fabo in a fresh white tee
Snap ya fingers if you relate highkey
And if they naming who the sickest
And I ain't top 3
Might have to spell it out in blood
Like HIV
I be
The rising star
The one they sleeping on (What else)
The one to make your girlfriend get her creeping on
The one that got some old friends
And they up in arms
Cause as I've grown
All you niggas can't come along
MAK
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Copeland
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