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[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