The Rise (feat. Big Bro Dello & Nova Sandiego)
Eight One Five to the Seven Seven Nine
Uhh, tryna run the money up before detectives deduct it
When I try to share my vision they opinions obstruct it
City one big pussy all my verses seductive
Urban legend in my city, die while tryna debunk it
Bro twist up them dutches
Something that's smelling like fungus
Fuck a chain grind to get my niggas records expunges
Had the ball and they punted
They retired they pundits
My new tape like an appeal once critics passing they judgements
All they said that I wasn't
What I'm slowly becoming
Rappers keep my name in they mouth more than the woman I'm fucking
Thought you had the streets watching my new shit is disruptive
Destroying every criticism every constructed
You speak bout clothes and ya luggage
I rap bout suffering, injustice
Boy, you tripping, it ain't the same cloth that we cut it
Spit it pure and you cut it
Split the check once they cut it
Long way from skipping lunches
Up in yo mama Cutlass
We really came out them dungeons
We done came a long way
My account had deductions
It would feel like concussions
Now what I spit on percussions
Got deposits erupting
These just introductions
Wait till you see what's coming
I tell my story, I tell yours, I tell all of ours
I get naked in this booth I bare all my scars
Know a few young niggas that ain't never saw tomorrow
Fantasies of balling hard
Tryna reach our arms to stars
Held a vigil for you, we swung down the boulevard
From where a poker face make 'em wanna pull ya card
Niggas stronger than me died
How I'm still alive
I feel it tryna pull me down but still I rise
Eight One Five
Fresh out the furnace imma fire spitter
Spit my truth cause I ain't homo I don't lie with niggas
Roll my reefer tight to help me curb my violent temper
Henny sipper got me in my mode these the benefits of
Staying down, and being true with all my niggas
Now we run the town, go check the views I guess yawl figure
Yawl could shut us down, I bet they hate to see this image
Told my brothers we would get it
Just glad to know they listening
This little light of mine, oughta help em with they vision
Tryna sow the seeds, to keep my bouquet out of prison
Till I'm finished, I'm gone put this pressure on em till they feel it
Since my adolescence they done had to view me as a villain
Now I'm God body
Meditating like I'm Gandhi
Getting high probably
Rocking harder than Rob Zombie
Still I rise, still I ride with my nine by me
Till I die, they ain't taking my shine out me
I tell my story, I tell yours, I tell all of ours
I get naked in this booth I bare all my scars
Know a few young niggas that ain't never saw tomorrow
Fantasies of balling hard
Tryna reach our arms to stars
Held a vigil for you, we swung down the boulevard
From where a poker face make me wanna pull ya card
Niggas stronger than me died
How I'm still alive
I feel it tryna pull me down but still I rise
Eight One Five
Raised a family hustla, solid brother, and a humble artist
Spitting for the love but as of lately I been cold hearted
Grinding through my struggles, while the government living lawless
Got me on some fuck the world shit till I'm fully rewarded
Feel like a stat and a target
Surrounded by darkness
Fighting trying to find the light to life without catching no charges
Soon they gone see me in a glow that these suckas can't tarnish
But for me to reach my full potential, gotta go the hardest
Moving strategic can't make no more bad investments
Let em talk, been immune to the hate since an adolescent
Held my own, even when my companions show they contestants
I get to work and shit on these vics when it's least expected
Known for zoning within seconds
Showcasing my craft perfected
Ain't no gassing me, brought my own tree to this smoking session
Fuck some rap beef, might as well battle my own reflection
I'm the G.O.A.T at what I do, niggas egos just won't accept it
Look, I'm hustling still struggling and not ashamed
Displaying skill till I can turn a mill into pocket change
Not trying to be like nan nigga cause I got a lane
Grinding till the day I find the exit out this rotten game
Called life
Uhh, tryna run the money up before detectives deduct it
When I try to share my vision they opinions obstruct it
City one big pussy all my verses seductive
Urban legend in my city, die while tryna debunk it
Bro twist up them dutches
Something that's smelling like fungus
Fuck a chain grind to get my niggas records expunges
Had the ball and they punted
They retired they pundits
My new tape like an appeal once critics passing they judgements
All they said that I wasn't
What I'm slowly becoming
Rappers keep my name in they mouth more than the woman I'm fucking
Thought you had the streets watching my new shit is disruptive
Destroying every criticism every constructed
You speak bout clothes and ya luggage
I rap bout suffering, injustice
Boy, you tripping, it ain't the same cloth that we cut it
Spit it pure and you cut it
Split the check once they cut it
Long way from skipping lunches
Up in yo mama Cutlass
We really came out them dungeons
We done came a long way
My account had deductions
It would feel like concussions
Now what I spit on percussions
Got deposits erupting
These just introductions
Wait till you see what's coming
I tell my story, I tell yours, I tell all of ours
I get naked in this booth I bare all my scars
Know a few young niggas that ain't never saw tomorrow
Fantasies of balling hard
Tryna reach our arms to stars
Held a vigil for you, we swung down the boulevard
From where a poker face make 'em wanna pull ya card
Niggas stronger than me died
How I'm still alive
I feel it tryna pull me down but still I rise
Eight One Five
Fresh out the furnace imma fire spitter
Spit my truth cause I ain't homo I don't lie with niggas
Roll my reefer tight to help me curb my violent temper
Henny sipper got me in my mode these the benefits of
Staying down, and being true with all my niggas
Now we run the town, go check the views I guess yawl figure
Yawl could shut us down, I bet they hate to see this image
Told my brothers we would get it
Just glad to know they listening
This little light of mine, oughta help em with they vision
Tryna sow the seeds, to keep my bouquet out of prison
Till I'm finished, I'm gone put this pressure on em till they feel it
Since my adolescence they done had to view me as a villain
Now I'm God body
Meditating like I'm Gandhi
Getting high probably
Rocking harder than Rob Zombie
Still I rise, still I ride with my nine by me
Till I die, they ain't taking my shine out me
I tell my story, I tell yours, I tell all of ours
I get naked in this booth I bare all my scars
Know a few young niggas that ain't never saw tomorrow
Fantasies of balling hard
Tryna reach our arms to stars
Held a vigil for you, we swung down the boulevard
From where a poker face make me wanna pull ya card
Niggas stronger than me died
How I'm still alive
I feel it tryna pull me down but still I rise
Eight One Five
Raised a family hustla, solid brother, and a humble artist
Spitting for the love but as of lately I been cold hearted
Grinding through my struggles, while the government living lawless
Got me on some fuck the world shit till I'm fully rewarded
Feel like a stat and a target
Surrounded by darkness
Fighting trying to find the light to life without catching no charges
Soon they gone see me in a glow that these suckas can't tarnish
But for me to reach my full potential, gotta go the hardest
Moving strategic can't make no more bad investments
Let em talk, been immune to the hate since an adolescent
Held my own, even when my companions show they contestants
I get to work and shit on these vics when it's least expected
Known for zoning within seconds
Showcasing my craft perfected
Ain't no gassing me, brought my own tree to this smoking session
Fuck some rap beef, might as well battle my own reflection
I'm the G.O.A.T at what I do, niggas egos just won't accept it
Look, I'm hustling still struggling and not ashamed
Displaying skill till I can turn a mill into pocket change
Not trying to be like nan nigga cause I got a lane
Grinding till the day I find the exit out this rotten game
Called life
Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Rolfe
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Other Album Tracks
- 8:15 A.M.
- Studio Apartment (feat. OJG)
- Graveyards (feat. Big Bro Dello, Black Rabbit Skinny & EA 2Cool)
- Bet On Your Bars 1
- Habitual
- Where You Are (feat. Buddy Flo & BLKHRT AMiR)
- Money Mentality (feat. Black Rabbit Skinny)
- Bet On Your Bars 2
- The Rise (feat. Big Bro Dello & Nova Sandiego)
- Love and Lose in Forest City
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