Rise From the Dirt (Intro)

African American accident in America

See I'm not supposed to be here

Somehow I got the leverage to

Wipe my so-called stink off

Light my blunt take my mink off

Like I'm caught in a maze

Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit

Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it

Came out of a darker hole than you've been

And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying down & oozin'

But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help

It helps with losin'

Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks

I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips

I'll sick 'em on you with a flick of the wrist

I'm one of the greatest, take a picture of me miss

And bring my rose out by the pitcher we rich

I gives a fuck bout where they gon' place me give me the dough

You out of green then give me the gold

I'm doin' my thing & you niggas owe

Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor

I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more

Name remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise

My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin wise

Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by

Half of what really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside

Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that fork out

Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short route

Encores as I walk out, standing ovations the walk in

Like Booker T when I'm talking they look at me and see all them

Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my tall gun

Blame the nigga that made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one

Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run

Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung

Life can hard to handle you try to offer your help but

They somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up

They say my opposition would last, but they amateurs

My buzz rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya

All I got is my word and my D.E., Big Bird

I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb

A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard

When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve

Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I wake

Taking air with a foul smell of disappointment

So much love yet so much hate

Grey skies, used veins, and white poison

Black on black crime for the green man's dollar

In time you will enslave yourself

Mama pushed too hard will not save faith

Will not stop, kill, or fold

I'm too strong, hard as a rock soul, inside cold

Hardly ever happy, hard times turn humility to homicide

One small piece to the pie of genocide

Same questions in 21 religions

Where will you go, who will, and who isn't

Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt

Wipe your shirt and go to work

Yeah, V6