Kid Caprio - Rise

Whipping the Bentley
They really could never get me
I'm stacking that paper
That bitch she been waiting
I'm faded and drinking
I'm back on that Henny
Fell off the track so I'm back a little skinny
I'm tucking the semi
Like father forgive me
I'm sorry I'm frozen from constantly winning
Don't know if my soul
Had been lost from the spending
I need some new goals
Don't want thoughts of the ending
I focus the pros
And then problems got plenty
I feel like Derrick Rose
When he watching and sitting
When I get the Rolls
I'll give props to my city
Bitch I need shows
I don't want none of your pity
And now that the clothes
In the closet are Fendi
These bitches all wanna be positive with me
Remember when shit
Was the opposite really
I'll get to that goal
If it cost me a milli
I'm caught sitting pretty
I get to the bag
And then they head be spinning
Cause they not contending
But thank god we winning
Don't get how that happened
Try to contain it
But I can't complain and
I'm saying
It's everyday that we stacking
I'd say that we made it
But lets just get faded
I'm saying
We don't got to make it all that and
My wrist bling like a young Rob Patten
My sheets satin
Sip that drank
I'm gonna get a G Wagon
Running to the bank
When I wanna runaway
Imma run another play
Don't wanna wait for the captain
I'm finna be a great
Imma get it either way
Play for a stake
When the stakes will be stacking
Shit that I say
Man you think they'd be clapping
Came up so much
Even haters be dapping me
Like a athlete
And like Bo knows
If I have it I need it
My throat is so froze
What I haven't defeated
From grabbing the flow
To then crafting the beat and then
When I go home
She just ask if I mean it
I told her told don't trip
Cause the past been deleted
I'm back on my shit
And you have believe it
Cause I only know
What I have to complete
Rise from the dead
And get back on your feet

Rise to your feet
We in the street
We ain't gone fold
When shit get deep
You already know
Just where where we be
I told little bro just hit my phone
He ever need it
We in Sweden
I was feeling so complete and
In the moment I would hold it
But I couldn't
So we'd take in what we see
I was thinking bout the days
And then the things we say at night
Find better ways
And in the shade
Still find a way to make it bright
But I ain't fazed
And I been tasting
Pour a 8th up in my Sprite
I got her pacing and my days been
Finally starting to make it right

Boss with me man and
Got your bitch
She on my dick
And shit she seem to talk my language
Conversations when she spit
My wrist it cost fifty
I told them what we'd do
And did it
Don't know why y'all still don't get it
When I sit they got to admit
Like boy that watch nifty
That bitch she used to talk that shit
And I'll forgive but don't forget
I'll leave her in that Honda Civic
And takeoff quickly
Dog I'm pretty
Took another shot
This vodka my kidney
If bro spun the block
I brought the mop with me
Trynna get the top
While mobbing on a ten speed
I don't got a opp
Shit I wouldn't go against me
All the shit I talk
Man I got to be a MC
Cause it be getting hot
Where the pens be
And I think that I forgot where your mans be
But I could have you
In the spot looking fancy
With a new black Benz
And the fans in the backseat
If you got plans
I got ends if you ask me
Shaking bitches hands
In the stands like a athlete

Rise to your feet
We in the street
We ain't gone fold
When shit get deep
You already know
Just where where we be
I told lil bro just hit my phone
He ever need it
We in Sweden
I was feeling so complete and
In the moment I would hold it
But I couldn't
So we'd take in what we see
I was thinking bout the days
And then the things we say at night
Find better ways
And in the shade
Still find a way to make it bright
But I ain't fazed
And I been tasting
Pour a 8th up in my Sprite
I got her pacing and my days been
Finally starting to make it right

Rise to your feet
We in the street
We ain't gone fold
When shit get deep
You already know
Just where where we be
I told little bro just hit my phone
He ever need it
We in Sweden
I was feeling so complete and
In the moment I would hold it
But I couldn't
So we'd take in what we see
I was thinking bout the days
And then the things we say at night
Find better ways
And in the shade
Still find a way to make it bright
But I ain't fazed
And I been tasting
Pour a 8th up in my Sprite
I got her pacing and my days been
Finally starting to make it right

Written by:
Jeremy Sutton

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