Risin Up

Lyrics

[Intro] You know, by listenin' to some of this music You know I did more, uh, by now than some people did all day You know what I'm talkin' about 'Cause, you know, like I say Goin' through the life as a player 24/7, no sleep Keep your eyes open all the time, playin' the game I come from the heart of the ghetto [Verse 1] Know what I'm sayin', yo? Yeah, from his rise from the bottom City with crime, be on the rise like it's Gotham Dude from the struggle, destined to bubble Hustle hard, eyes on the stars like the Hubble Two turned to five, five triple on the double Craving for that cream so I took or beat or rumble Organize and run things, oversee a drug ring Nothing funny for this money, it's a love thing Don't underestimate money, he would slug things Hunger pains'll make a thorough nigga's nose pain Back to the old days, back to his role play Hoodie in black, Mac backin' them like okay O.K. Corral style when that toe spray I'm in the spot, crack vials by the roach spray Gutter swagger, nigga, dagger 'til your throat play No, I ain't goin' for your plate, I want the whole tray [Chorus] Hustler Keep your eyes open all the time playin' the game 24/7, no sleep I come from the heart of the ghetto, you dig? Hustler I come from that life of the street life 'Cause it's goin' down Can't get no better than that Come on, player [Verse 2] You wanna underrate G, you people got some nerve I was raised in the gutter, you was shoved in the suburbs Age of fifteen, kid, I'm destined to drug serve Moms was a nurse's aid, step pops a janitor Rim ride shit, drives a stolen cam from Canada Salvation Army kid, clothes from a canister Munchin' on a fried bologna sandwich by the banister Welfare cheese up in the fridge No heat, freezin' in the crib Nappy head, peacin' on a kid Moms puttin' season on a pig Nigga rock PRO-Keds but holes on the bottom Twelve year old problem, hole in the bottle No Holy Bible, all I know is survival OGs in my hood taught me to roll up and rob you Older cousins on the slip' gettin' it big They used to call up a cab, cop the shit to his wig Yeah [Chorus] Hustler Keep your eyes open all the time playin' the game 24/7, no sleep I come from the heart of the ghetto, you dig? Hustler I come from that life of the street life 'Cause it's goin' down Can't get no better than that Come on, player [Verse 3] Yeah Used to sell weed then I stepped up to crack My cool brother died in the crib, stretched off a pack I'm a young nigga gettin' paid, sex off the rack Got my little stacks right, mad jewelry and gear Who the fuck tryna see a judge and jury appear? Bag me up a couple bitches with some serious rears Tight frames, tag team, got a furious stare (Sup, mama?) Runnin' wild in the street, drug dealers and murderers Pregnant chick tryna copy, nobody servin' her Only thing you get from me is some dough for the burger But don't get it twisted, shorty could kneel down and slurp 'em up Catch 'em out on the block, smackin' one of the worker's up Same hoes that work to kill all the time Got her moanin' on her back sayin', "You so fine" I just use 'em enough to smash, drive 'em out of they mind Thinkin' evil hold a gun so pay in powder and dimes You know [Chorus] Hustler Keep your eyes open all the time playin' the game 24/7, no sleep I come from the heart of the ghetto, you dig? Hustler I come from that life of the street life 'Cause it's goin' down Can't get no better than that Come on, player [Outro] See, player, this is why I made this music There's some things that you can't say You have to let the music say it for you