Rise

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I think I run it
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I think I run it

Someone run the clock
Give her that hickory dicory doc
Yet you can't keep track the time
Do her good so she can't stop
Yeah you watch me up that stage
With the plays, footballs combined
Yeah, you know I run the line
Hit my goals, I'm number nine
Oh, I'mma get there
On no welfare
That's what I be doin', mane
No pretending'
I'mma sit there
Watch her while she do her thing
While she bounce it up and down
Round and round, grind on me
Half breed drug mule
But that's just the grind, homie

You gon' be something if you don't do nothing
Young nigga
You not gon' do a thing if you don't get out there
Young nigga

Yo, someone come put Huey on me
Revolution, Panther Party
Black on black, don't get me started
Shit is wack, are you retarded
White on white got the same odds
'Cause we still segregated, uh
They gon' point up at Kanye and tell us that we made it out
Made it out, ain't in doubt
'Cause there's a whole eight of them now
Why you tryna complain that you poor when some successful
Guess you ain't work hard enough, you shoulda been born better
Next time, step up
King yourself, Corretta
How you gon' allow yourself to be broke
When I gave you 15 dollars
How you can't afford no whip, not even no Chevy Impala
Drive to work, no you can't walk
Better ride to church, you fucking bum
Pray that you gon come across some cash that we won't give to ya
Even if you workin' for it 48 hours a day
Even if you got some kids at home you can't afford to feed
Even if your mama in her deathbed and need surgery
Even if a storm come through your house and destroy everything
That ain't my problem
That ain't my problem
Even if you supply my needs and my wants, yeah
Rich men tryna control us, yeah
Fuck that, we better rise up, yeah