[Intro: XV]
Morning!
We back in, uh
[Verse 1: XV]
My nigga said just kill this shit
Don’t let none of these niggas breathe
Took a few weeks off of my grind
That’s a few weeks that y’all gon' need
Saying that these non-rapping niggas got next
That's the fuck shit I gotta that read
Kush filled bowl take away my stress
Come sit back as I proceed
She look good every time she enter
That's the type of chick that I don’t leave
So a nigga went and got a ring
All these niggas went and got on lean
All these hoes went and got on X
All these fake ballers got on teams
Made a mistake cause of millions
My real life is like the dream
Of just making it, make me think that I have a shot
No wonder why I’m chasing it with relationships on the rocks
It makes me wanna stop, but I don’t got that in me
Just passion, drive and Henny, work like my stomach is empty
Friendly, to even enemies, the dudes who rap pissed me off then
Cause if it’s beef, you wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t be any talking
Wouldn’t be any tweeting, wouldn’t be fucking blogging
Got a fast reloader, no Ricola couldn’t stop the coughin'
Still catching metaphors from Complex, y'all throw out shit so simple
They dropping dubs, but the hype make it like they had a missile
They writing raps in stencil
While I go back and forth with labels and doubters
Who probably write all of my checks in pencil
Damn, but nobody can say I ain’t patient
They see the changes that I am making
All of these change a nigga been saving
Couple gold chains cause we is still slaving, illuminati faking
What the fuck is they saying, even Ma$e ain't a free mason
But that’s the game that we playing
Just hope you say something meaningful for that grave that you lay in
When it’s all said and done, and the house music’s playing
It’ll be 2015 when all the Squarians waiting to RISE
[Hook: XV]
Rise, rise, rise
Real niggas rise, rise, rise, rise
My city rise, rise, rise, rise
L7 rise, rise, rise, rise
[Verse 2: XV]
They build you up to tear you down, then build you up again
They see your beauty just to find a flaw to point and grin
Does it make you smile to see my frown, light you up to burn me down
Hear the flow and awesome sound and you just turned it down?
What?
Fuck that I turn myself up
Peaceful as a monk, but they want me to burn myself up
Don’t let them loathe you, that’s what momma told you
You let ‘em put X in a box, the game will control you
As these niggas slowly show you they true faces and feelings
They on some witness shit, watching you making a killing
That’s when they speak, saying what they would do if your shoes could be on they feet
And they ain't walked a foot on even main street
So come to wear the Trey Fives meet, with gang sign grease
They say I speak like I don’t rep the ṗlace I sleep
Like I ain’t in the stu seven days of the week
You got a crown sitting down, I got a sword at my feet
Now RISE!
[Hook: XV]
Rise, rise, rise
Real niggas rise, rise, rise, rise
My city rise, rise, rise, rise
L7 rise, rise, rise, rise
Morning!
We back in, uh
[Verse 1: XV]
My nigga said just kill this shit
Don’t let none of these niggas breathe
Took a few weeks off of my grind
That’s a few weeks that y’all gon' need
Saying that these non-rapping niggas got next
That's the fuck shit I gotta that read
Kush filled bowl take away my stress
Come sit back as I proceed
She look good every time she enter
That's the type of chick that I don’t leave
So a nigga went and got a ring
All these niggas went and got on lean
All these hoes went and got on X
All these fake ballers got on teams
Made a mistake cause of millions
My real life is like the dream
Of just making it, make me think that I have a shot
No wonder why I’m chasing it with relationships on the rocks
It makes me wanna stop, but I don’t got that in me
Just passion, drive and Henny, work like my stomach is empty
Friendly, to even enemies, the dudes who rap pissed me off then
Cause if it’s beef, you wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t be any talking
Wouldn’t be any tweeting, wouldn’t be fucking blogging
Got a fast reloader, no Ricola couldn’t stop the coughin'
Still catching metaphors from Complex, y'all throw out shit so simple
They dropping dubs, but the hype make it like they had a missile
They writing raps in stencil
While I go back and forth with labels and doubters
Who probably write all of my checks in pencil
Damn, but nobody can say I ain’t patient
They see the changes that I am making
All of these change a nigga been saving
Couple gold chains cause we is still slaving, illuminati faking
What the fuck is they saying, even Ma$e ain't a free mason
But that’s the game that we playing
Just hope you say something meaningful for that grave that you lay in
When it’s all said and done, and the house music’s playing
It’ll be 2015 when all the Squarians waiting to RISE
[Hook: XV]
Rise, rise, rise
Real niggas rise, rise, rise, rise
My city rise, rise, rise, rise
L7 rise, rise, rise, rise
[Verse 2: XV]
They build you up to tear you down, then build you up again
They see your beauty just to find a flaw to point and grin
Does it make you smile to see my frown, light you up to burn me down
Hear the flow and awesome sound and you just turned it down?
What?
Fuck that I turn myself up
Peaceful as a monk, but they want me to burn myself up
Don’t let them loathe you, that’s what momma told you
You let ‘em put X in a box, the game will control you
As these niggas slowly show you they true faces and feelings
They on some witness shit, watching you making a killing
That’s when they speak, saying what they would do if your shoes could be on they feet
And they ain't walked a foot on even main street
So come to wear the Trey Fives meet, with gang sign grease
They say I speak like I don’t rep the ṗlace I sleep
Like I ain’t in the stu seven days of the week
You got a crown sitting down, I got a sword at my feet
Now RISE!
[Hook: XV]
Rise, rise, rise
Real niggas rise, rise, rise, rise
My city rise, rise, rise, rise
L7 rise, rise, rise, rise
( XV )
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