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(HOOK):
We on the rise
no lookin back
gotta make sacrifices I'm good with that
we
next to blow
the next best thing wit' a hell of a flow
flippin' elegant poems (X2)
(Del Reze)
the type of shit that's forgotten about
burrowed into the minds of the lost in amounts
of thousands upon thousands of young guns
cant wait to get their name thrown amongst 'em
hope for the best, just folks on a quest
to find better easier but its hopeless investments
a torturous lesson, a thought between 10
I'm stuck at 5 so tell me what's your guess then
yeah, we on the rise like the sun runs
life comes by once, so live it up son
come 'on, I'm tryin' to build a foundation
before it all falls down wasted
yeah, I'm all out blatant,
I fall down wasted
and call out satan
'cause I'm
a sorry excuse
for a person on this earth
but the stories are huge,
graphic, in depth fantastic
tactics, so sick so mastered
now I'm, just sick of askin'
now that, I'm in this casket
now I'm, wrapped in this plastic
casket closes my lungs collapse in
I feel my casket lower
hits the ground then the dirts thrown over
fuck that, I ain't dyin' I ain't gone
I'm a muthafuckin' giant on the throne
break through the plastic break through the casket
look' em square in the face and say yo thats it?
my music lives on,
forever, that's the point of a song
I'm on the rise till my demise
but I'm surprised that I've survived
(HOOK):
We on the rise
no lookin back
gotta make sacrifices I'm good with that
we
next to blow
the next best thing wit' a hell of a flow
flippin' elegant poems (X2)
(E-Mortal)
from the risks taken, to bitches fakin
like I've had to die twice the way my soul is achin'
when will I awaken this life full of sin
this life you live once you don't know what you gettin in
don't blame nobody else I'm ,my own culprit
I did this by myself, and got blown quick
we never had the wealth, and the storms thick
the cards that I'm dealt they just nuts like squirrel shit
without hesitation I'd lend my assistance
you get no respect throwin' rocks from a distance
I can't belive you did this fake homie now a witness
you fucked it all up, and now you beg forgiveness?
E-Mortal had you all at the tip of his fingers
promise not to slip, get a grip of this real shit
talkin' all that slick shit like you'd ever harm me?
payback is a bitch you and what army?
(HOOK):
We on the rise
no lookin back
gotta make sacrifices I'm good with that
we
next to blow
the next best thing wit' a hell of a flow
flippin' elegant poems (X4)
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