On A Rise Lyrics

I ain't gon' lie, I'm in that mode again Talk to my kids, I swear to God that they

My closest friends They the ones who really got my heart, it won't

Get sold again Shawty told me she won't be no hoe, and went and

Ho'd again Bitch, I'm in that mode again, bitch, his

Rat ass when and told again Can't believe you used to be my partner, watch

your closest friends. And you can't run when we shoot, you can't

run when we shoot Cause my lil' nigga keep that tool, ooh

My nigga hollering what's craccn , my blood, they hollering what's braccn

And Quincy, hollering what's maccn, they know we gaining attraction

These bitches know I'm a savage, remember ridin' in Savage

Drinking and thinking about Savage, but now I'm thinking about Slim, too

I like why did they get you, see the pain up in my eyes

Mikey crying all the time, got all the real niggas crying

Why all the real niggas dying, free AC he serving time

This shit stuck inside my mind, cause 40 years is too much time

Cause I'm on the rise, cause I'm on the rise

Cause all they talking, they don't mean nothing

Tryna break me down, they don't mean shit to me

And all these so-called fuckboys is just a memory

I can't let them get to me, all this stress is killing me

All these bitches feeling me, but I'm just feeling on that ass

And I'm just running up this cash, I'm just running on my bag

And I won't ever go outside, so tell that bitch to try again

You can't have none of my kids, that's some crazy shit you did

I'ma tell you how it is, I'ma tell you how it is

Growing up inside the trench and never having shit

I swear to God, the average ho would be the baddest bitch

I swear the popular ho would be like the saddest bitch

I bet my girlfriend friends be like the maddest bitch

You can't ever find a nigga like me

Glock up on my waist with some Nikes

And I got the fucking keys

I don't smoke, but she be out there smoking weed

Best of all, who got the fucking Glock for me

Sit forever, have a spot for me

Tell me that she love me when I'm top of me

Tell me that she coming when I knock her knee

Told her I'm that nigga, bitch, don't come for me

I told her I'm that nigga, bitch, don't come tomorrow

Why

Cause all that talking, it don't mean nothing

Tryna break me down, they don't mean shit to me

And I'm turning all my opps into some fucking memories

And I'ma make deliveries

Shawty had a fucking mind, it be paid by killing me

They can't even get to me, but I can get to all they ass

Ran my motherfucking money up, now I can drop a bag