LAWS - Rise Above lyrics

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas] Yeah I was born without a sin and you was born without a spine No wonder that you buckle in these nuts in crazy times Trying to bargain up our debt, all I do is pay no mind It's ‘cause my b**h is Chinese, when it collapses, I'll be fine I ain't even on my grind, I'm f**ing lazy, I'm chilling And I just bought some yen so when that dollar bottom out I bring my fortune in, y'all barely stay above the water like a dorsal fin I'm swimming in this pool of f**ing sharks like they some dolphins b**h And I plan for the future where the government, they planning to loot ya I was born in the land of the shooters and I moved on to the land of computers Uptown is Iraq and Fallujah, everybody around getting cash, a Minutia With a bit of haze and they stash in a new truck so they getting paid And they stashing for school stuff, you never know what will motivate a man When you put ‘em in the middle of a run that's gone bad When his fam getting hungry in the middle of the sack All they wanna do is give him what he never had And I never had much, all I really wanna get is rid of bad luck Sit it in the back of a mack black truck, when the cash back up, better back that up [Hook: Racqdolo] Rise above, tell me where is the love? Why they wanna get lost? Somebody tell me, where is the love? Where is the love? Everything ain't as what it seems, I'mma go rise above and show you where is the love [Verse Two: Laws] Street magic, David Blaine, feel the need to penetrate the vein sh** you wearing ain't gon' make you lame, skinny jeans and limousines Still trapped in that k**er's dream, bag it up and wrap it up Broke cherries in the back of trucks, you got a pretty face, now back it up She getting wet like an aqueduct but f** that, I'm after dollars Trying to hot box that black Impala, study my math, I'm on a path with scholars Hit ‘em in the head like Matt Hoffer, hit ‘em again if you don't rap proper Cat doctor, I fix the puss Landscaper, I trim the bush Trailblazer, I blaze the trails For a frail faker, I get the mail, just get me a ten with a case of ale I'll put it in the back till my face is pale, if you rap and you hit my sales That's like Kenan hitting Kel, b**h, keep dreaming, this is my time Eat the lobsters, drink the fine wine, sup Emilio? Life ain't even a b**h She a silly ho, you think you bust rhymes, can you really though? I know it's true ‘cause you see me in the video Spring Hill, I'm running my f**ing city yo Make job opportunities in the studio That's thickheaded and dumb, El Stupido Boogie Nights, just put me in the movie ho [Hook]