Rising Sun ft. Èl Stampede Lyrics

Fuck I look like letting these labels employ me

I quit my last job cause they couldn't afford me

Fifteen, serving crack fiends, switched to the doggie

And now I got these old hustlers running it for me

My life, like a movie, shit you read in a story

The romance, the heartbreak, it even gets gory

The blood, sweat, the tears, the guts, the glory

May all twelve of my peers be the judges before me

Yeah, you wasn't there, shit, probably wouldn't know about it

Gun like your mobile phone, never leave your home without it

I'm in the park, where it's dark, and it's overcrowded

Full moon out tonight, you can hear the wolves howling

A prominent figure just like Joseph Stalin

This what it sound like when your dough is piling

And the game keep the hoes wiling

Another comma, that's another column

The lone peasant that acquired sovereign

The nobleman where I'm from is solemn

The blacksmith, I was Forged Solid

You broke boys aint got four dollars

I make four thousand in four hours

Make a hard rock band out of soft powder

This heavy metal, turn me up louder

That ain't cocaine, that's clam chowder

They trying to figure how to, what's the recipe

I'm a different breed, another pedigree

Thumbing through a check like, let me see, see

Aye, yeah, I got the vision, they call it the mission

Impossible until I start the mission

I'm the unpredicted, the unforeseen, and the unforgiving

Mathematician numbers climbing quick and cataclysmic

Smash ya misses, passing riches with the la familia

Don't got a deal, but I'm in love with street dollar bills

Michael Jackson, zombie chills, just without the thrill

Red jacket feels, my excellence is a package deal

Yeah, they never saw it, they know I'm better for it

My transformation now is better known as metamorphic

They try to stab me in the back, but I'm a stegosaurus

Shit, I'm bougie now, I get my goldilocks to check the porridge

June, baby, for real, I'm on fire

Outlier, Joey, you niggas missus, doubtfire

Put out flyers, I'm finding ways to make money

In your account's higher

Oppenheimer flows, every single moment, they doubt sire

Green Goblin, glider how I navigate through y'all desires

Ignore the priors, I'm in a lab dishing out designer

Weed and lyrics, you need to hear it, diamonds in the rough

Sensitive to touch, but still not letting go or letting up

I think I just figured out how they think of me

The total opposite of what I am and meant to be

My energy and frequency, I change them frequently

Seamlessly, I'm so ahead of schedule, ain't no reaching me

I started noticing the Judas having seats with me

Then I start wrapping up my presence like beneath the tree

Literally, I need to see loyalty instantly

Itzumi me, the 93 boy with super wizardry

The one with ghost tales and haunted mansion memories

They sick of me, tryna pity me, but I'm Mr. T

Do the job and bring back the mission brief

Whatever I show is all you get to see

The truth will always sit with me, Joey