RISING SOULED-YOURS Lyrics

Don't you see just me is nothing? Your whole life is pointless

Running with the motherfuckers is free lunch

And not one, not one of the motherfuckers came to see me, man

Not a car, not a visit, not a magazine

You're different, though

Motherfuckers don't understand what it's like

This is for the people that's back in the old school

So that was day 2011 for the Pro Tools, yeah

They done did it, a lot of the dubbing

Shout out to the Underground Railroad, Harriet Tubman, Frank Douglas and them

Cause they was at the Boston Teen Party

People don't go to schools, they don't know that the shit was for me and you hardly, cause they ain't make it

It was Jim Crow, Negro Laws, man, they say that it was sacred

They couldn't read over there, they was getting hung, looking real dumb

Trying to run away, moms with they sons, yeah

Couldn't eat, they getting crumbs, yeah

Working from the sun up until the sun down

Got us looking like we justers, yeah

They played us like we was clowns, but now we can ride around with them gold things on them spree wheels

Trying to make the decals, yeah

I'ma spit it hot when I roll up these weed shells

Hopefully they can see it from my block, yeah, it's the details

Over here going to the top, we would prevail

Nah, some of them, they don't go, so they'll probably fail

But me, I'ma have a tail, being down in Florida

People see the block, the crowd cares, escape the horror, bruh

Nah, it's going to be horrible for they future

But me, I got to win like Luda, not the losers

Maybe like Snoop, bruh, cause I be going off the Buddha

Felt like I'm in Cali, all of them remind me Dali

Ride around, wildin' like the coyote

Go down the rally, got the beanstalk

Meet me in the alley, D-Y-T, I do it proudly, yeah

I hope that they be around me, that surround me

The people that try to hound me, but I try to get them out

We try to count these G's, who say that it's a county

Nah, my account more than your amount be

People never astound me, but I'ma keep doing this, man

Like it's a bounty, cause they suck, bruh

And they can suck up, or maybe they a sucker

Redundant, I'm trying to get these ferns to come in London

So I can keep doing it, like hot fluid shit

Yeah, doing this, I'm not really new to this shit

It's just exclusive, I do it in my basement

But it'll get you high, like aliens from a spaceship, yeah

Understand, they hatin' this, so they get raised quick

I do this, y'all just like some Asics

They say that it's generic, bruh, not it's America

I'ma send it to your area, and declare it

Cause I got the platinum headphones

And when I put the chrome to your head, you gon' be dead wrong

Let's see what's left, I'm jazzy like Jeff Hart

Fresh like the prince, and I gotta make sense

Maybe make dollars, say my brain be a scholar

I'm trying to use the other 90, and I'm feeling kinda highly

And my ideas be brightening, yeah, we be lighting it up

You need to pull the switch, and turn on your light bulb, bruh

And quit hating, just so that they faking

Trying to do what we do, man, you got us mistaken

We be paper chasing, now we winning the race

Man, I got my one up, cause we in first place, fam

Fuck you