rise2018 / GO! - intro
I keep the balance close blame it on the horoscope
Triple scale vision decisions forever stain your soul
Break the mold
Born in a trap but yeah we made it home
I keep the balance close blame it on the horoscope
She like boy you do the most
That's why I double dose
Juggle hope, I don't drop this cause the trouble close
So I be high n' low
Then I be low n' high
And look to no surprise in the end they told us lies
Ribbon in the sky got Stevie wonder eyes
Blind leading the blind and the wonder why
We can't see
I can't rock with these niggas
And I just ran out pre rolls but can't even shop with these niggas
Ain't no stopping these niggas
You gone Copperfield the eighth like why my eyes reading different
Listen
Got bleu flame in my vision
Okumura with the sword and they want death as the sentence
Opposition gone slay me and the body will film it
Switch positions pushing daises getting paid on vacation
I was rolling smoking rolling
That's three blunts I was facing
And I mixed the red & blues I'm parallel to the matrix
Pair of bitches & some herbal getting back to the basics
Back to the facing, I bet you wanted back to the racing
Looney Tuney crooked smile for my blood that be hating
Know I know you didn't get it but rap genius will save 'em
Fiends gonna pay him
As longs as there's a stream that'll play him, nigga
Weed on dresser
They wanna charge for the anti-depressant
Fuck is the message
Black man Bruce Bruce young lethal weapon
I gotta question, ay wait
Who put you niggas in charge?
How many gotta get shot up and cuffed in they yard
Too many names for the art
Too many niggas gone, with the wind
Used to have fun sober, member when
Member then
Nowadays if I pull up got a fifth
Plead that sip that fifth, uh
Roll that smoke that shit, uh
Wait, aye uh
Okay I get it
I know you ain't with it
I know my shit hitting crack
Fresh out the kitchen in fact
Can't believe I used to need your approval
I used to look up how to get signed on google & Yahoo answers
Nigga it's too many dancers
Not enough rappers
Too many cappers
Not enough trappers
All of you actors
All of you bastards
Jon snow in the bluff
These hoes so fake tuff
These niggas show fake love
I see I see ya
I no more need ya
Triple scale vision decisions forever stain your soul
Break the mold
Born in a trap but yeah we made it home
I keep the balance close blame it on the horoscope
She like boy you do the most
That's why I double dose
Juggle hope, I don't drop this cause the trouble close
So I be high n' low
Then I be low n' high
And look to no surprise in the end they told us lies
Ribbon in the sky got Stevie wonder eyes
Blind leading the blind and the wonder why
We can't see
I can't rock with these niggas
And I just ran out pre rolls but can't even shop with these niggas
Ain't no stopping these niggas
You gone Copperfield the eighth like why my eyes reading different
Listen
Got bleu flame in my vision
Okumura with the sword and they want death as the sentence
Opposition gone slay me and the body will film it
Switch positions pushing daises getting paid on vacation
I was rolling smoking rolling
That's three blunts I was facing
And I mixed the red & blues I'm parallel to the matrix
Pair of bitches & some herbal getting back to the basics
Back to the facing, I bet you wanted back to the racing
Looney Tuney crooked smile for my blood that be hating
Know I know you didn't get it but rap genius will save 'em
Fiends gonna pay him
As longs as there's a stream that'll play him, nigga
Weed on dresser
They wanna charge for the anti-depressant
Fuck is the message
Black man Bruce Bruce young lethal weapon
I gotta question, ay wait
Who put you niggas in charge?
How many gotta get shot up and cuffed in they yard
Too many names for the art
Too many niggas gone, with the wind
Used to have fun sober, member when
Member then
Nowadays if I pull up got a fifth
Plead that sip that fifth, uh
Roll that smoke that shit, uh
Wait, aye uh
Okay I get it
I know you ain't with it
I know my shit hitting crack
Fresh out the kitchen in fact
Can't believe I used to need your approval
I used to look up how to get signed on google & Yahoo answers
Nigga it's too many dancers
Not enough rappers
Too many cappers
Not enough trappers
All of you actors
All of you bastards
Jon snow in the bluff
These hoes so fake tuff
These niggas show fake love
I see I see ya
I no more need ya
Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Owens
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