D3ll - On the Rise (feat. A.D.)

Live it to the fullest yah get wit' it or you will get left behind
Nigga I'ma pull it yah you can ask my grandma if you think I'm lyin'
Make me name a bullet yah I'm coming for yours like it was mine
Tonight somebody will end up dyin'
Make em' take you to church if you crossin' lines
But while I'm alive, I will be waitin' on all you fuck boys when you ready
In the meantime, I get that becky and plot how to stack up the fetti
A.D. , me, and muff we like ed, edd, and eddy
On the rise like hydraulics in a chevy
In the streets, its nothin' you can tell me
Got used to my head being heavy
And not 'cause it's dready
'Cause when I had no hair I still had a lot on my mind
They was showin' me schemes
Was doubtin' my dreams they ain't know how hard I was tryin'
They took my queen, kicked me out the crib
Some switched on me it's fine
They took my freedom, they hate on my name
I always stayed on my grind
I'm good for that
Just hand me the cup teach you how to turn water to wine
The intervention is divine
And I could give a fuck bout' anybody who got anything to say
I put that on god
This is real, go somewhere with that sucker shit
Kill ya self don't forget to go suck a dick
Cause I been on some other shit
Like from the ground up built the studio
I would just sleep and just hustle from there
Writin' the bars makin' the beats
Better my mixin' when I engineer
Holdin' the strizzy ready to get busy
Cause I'm wit' the shits spark it like a flare
Had to cut out 'cause a lot wasn't fair
Put up a percentage I'm taking my share
I'll take it from here, got a new crib
Electric in one room so that what we sharin'
Makin' shit work keep on runnin' them errands
Floods from the rain, leaks in the ceiling, mold in the walls
The building was barren
Packed up my shit I got to disappearin'
Got a storage just for some of my gear
Touchdown wit' the ball and its no interference
Now I get a bigger bag niggas mad
And I'm here with the three-pack, trigga back
Pulled up with the ski mask where it's at?
Cause they really don't want that niggas lack
Other than that I'm on new beginnings
Me and my mama on better terms
Thinkin' about when I met Russel Simmons
One day I know that I'm gone get my turn
It's confirmed
The way I be workin' I ain't concerned
I'm the bird in the morning that get the worm
Can't feel bad for takin' just what I earned
Comin' up like the sun you can see that we steady on the rise
Shinin' on the rise
Eyes to the sky
Yea we on the rise yea
It's mine I'm taking it period
Just in case you not takin' me serious
I know who the guy in the mirror is
They can't stop me it's makin' em' furious
I stay laced in this race you trippin'
I can't hang wit' the fakes I'm dippin'
Lotta niggas be floppin' I'm flippin'
The work good but it still get a whippin'
Bada bang bada boom
I ain't sayin' nothing when I'm slidin' up
Realest nigga til the tomb
Like a zombie, I'll still end up popping up
Niggaz mad caused they doomed
We gave em' chances should've got wit' us
Saw the real world up close no binoculars
They choose to see the fake like a oculus
Accept the wrong I refuse
Fuck up once catch the duce
Bring the war bring abuse
I ain't lookin' for a truce
I ain't one to copy you copy?
I'm the type do my thing let em' watch me
I ain't even hit or get toppy
Still that caucasian bitch call me poppy
Risin' like the sun and then I get to sonin' em'
Im'a make some of em' quit
Like look what you've done to em'
Then when I'm done wit' em' to the dungeon with you bitch
Ain't nothing funny it's all fundamental
I'm just havin' fun with this shit
Rep' that, MMI shit till I die
I'm comin' like d three in the sky bitch

Think I done figured it out
I stick to code and they do this for clout
I think it's so funny
My mind on this money
I'm handlin' business
You runnin' ya mouth
I put my all in this shit
Ain't no more stallin' my nigga I'm destined for greatness
Navigatin' through all of this bullshit
Kinda hard for this king to be patient
Know a couple of niggas ain't make it
Banana clips on gorillas my nigga
I'm from the jungle where niggas go ape shit
Better believe it
Laidback wit' a cool demeanor
Know a nigga wit' the shits still
Say the wrong words, on the right night
That'll really get ya shit spilled
Cut the grass
Time to show the snakes
I was moving wrong
Movin' drawn
This a game of chess
Most you niggas pawns
Got my weight up
Now my movement strong
So I'm on the rise now
Tell em' all calm down
Nigga got his eye on the prize now
Niggas ain't fly now
Gotta lay low
Make moves
Stay smart
Just glide now
Tryna get a tom ford
Can't waste time now
Ain't talkin' money
Nigga don't got time for it
Lay the game down flat like a ironin' board
Niggas scared to do it
So I gotta do it
Talkin' bout weed I'ma connoisseur
Kinda sorta be stone out my brain
Me and you are just not the same
Seen you lame
Then I switched up my lane
Put that money route up in the G.P.S
Finna see me smoke before you see me stress
On the rise now I had to plan it out
Didn't I tell you niggas this a game of chess
Back on the mission
Don't feed into niggas or bitches
No lie when it comes to digits
Wonder why I don't fuck wit you niggas
You was up in the club
I'm in front of a judge
Fuck me up when he gave that sentence
I was up in a cell tryna map the shit out
So don't really got time for that bitchin
I'm puttin' fear in you niggas
I'm seein' clear through you niggas
Don't let ya body get tossed in a bag
Said I'ma get it I got it my nigga
Now that's the number one reason you mad
I'm just stayin' lowkey
While you up on the gram
My mind all on this cash
I'm just chasin' a bag
Nah that ain't it, switch it up
Let's go
Niggas don't know bout gettin' outta that cage
And come home and you still ain't the same
Niggas don't know bout the feelin' of losin' ya mother
And struggle to cope with that pain
Niggas don't know about fightin' ya demons
And smoke every day just to keep em' at bay
Niggas don't know bout that pain and that struggle that hunger
That shit that just run through my veins
Niggas is hoes dog
Niggas don't want no smoke dog
Million things I could be up in the world
Why the fuck would I be me a hoe dog?
Don't stand for something, finna die for nothin
Suck a nigga dick or die or somethin'
Niggas cowards said I'm the man
No cap I don't do, no bluffin'
Fuck you niggas
Ain't shaking hands
Ain't Into fam
I don't need you niggas
Didn't I tell you suck dick already
Yeah this nigga back talkin' heavy
Ain't the bum that you knew before
On a times niggas don't be on
Jordan one's wit' a calm jean
Round the waist you see micheal kors
Yeezy boost got no stripes on em
In the field earn my stripes homie
Back then I ain't have no lights
Now they throw the shrimp over rice for me
Regan era stuffed in my sock
Had them nixon
Fuck a war on drugs
Niggas still searching for the man
Here to let you know nigga I'm the one
A.D. nigga you know wassup

Written by:
David Jones, Dell Roberson

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