Mathematics - Can I Rise (feat. Hot Flames) lyrics

(feat. Hot Flames) [Intro: Hot Flames] Yeah... it's that pain Strongarm, Mathematics, yeah, yo [Hot Flames] Sometimes I zone out, starin' at the wall with the chrome out I'm broke, but I'm black, so I can't take a loan out Judges sendin' me in, cases hardly gettin' thrown out Lost in the system, fam, like I miss 'em Had a smart mouth, so the gods probably twist 'em On the floor leaking, til the meds come and stitch 'em Little brother got that, cops pistol whipped 'em Heard he in the gay house, f*ggot n***a pimpin' him Thought he was a thug, look what the world did to him Everything's changing, everybody banging Every where you go in this world, n***as hating Used to kick a**, now he take it in the an*s Told his moms, phone hit the floor when she fainted She a Jehovah witness, she blamin' it on Satan Both sons locked up, spend her nights prayin' Welfare washed up, living in the basement Daughter on the strip, now, hoe and for nathin' Moms got arthritis, hands keep shaking Couple months pa**ed, now she buried in the pavement Fifteen alcoholic, whole life wasted [Chorus x2: Hot Flames] Can I rise? And get to the laugh, through the cries While I'm alive, the projects, the hood through my eyes No lies, people relyin' or just enough cash To survive, I'mma strive, to the top, before I die [Hot Flames] Little man again, tired of people making fun of him Poppy spaz out, if you put the gun in front of him O.G. hustling n***a, gave him a pack Told him to, hold his head and gave him a gat Shorty coming through, whips now, we started to stack Started hanging out with pimps now, started to mack Flossin', his lady got pregnant, had an abortion Cops raided his crib, took half of his fortune The other half that he had, was the O.G.'s potion He's left for nothing, thirty thou', down the drain Now he mad the gate, that he fouled the game He got knocked, lost his dough, write after, he lost his hoes Did a year, then they off of parole Five years, it took that, couldn't wait to get home But that O.G. hustler, was waiting with chrome He owed him, twenty five, only gave him fifteen He thought, being that he did time, the n***a wouldn't see him But he did, came home and he was waiting in his crib Came in his door, he had his lady, s**in' his dick Down to the floor, he spazzed out, thought she was cheating Til he seen her face was beaten, he had no gun But he did start swinging, the O.G. whistle Three n***as came in with pistols, poppin' And left, his last words, were 'baby, I miss you' [Chorus x2] [Hot Flames] Son, started rappin at 12, by 15, he was sick His whole hood thought he had potential, to be the next B.I.G So many rap n***as, offered to put him under the table But he signed with no lawyer, to an underground label Everything was good at first, so he was feeling the vibe I mean, he knew he was gonna struggle, but he was willing to ride They had him on some pretty sh**, and it was k**ing his pride But he held it in, kept it all, hittin' in sides See, he was gutter since birth, he didn't know about flossin' Coppin' him new Benz, he didn't know it was gon' cost him He ain't know if he ain't blowin', he gon' wind up owein' And that brand new car, they gonna wind up towin' It's more than music, everything is based on business He's a hard headed little n***a, never would listen Signed off his publishing, for half of his spinach Spaz out on 'em, and his whole career was finished Til he signed to another label, and repaired his image Got back on that hard sh**, they ain't feelin' him now Hand fools, last year, he was k**ing the crowd Now he can't even go gold, he gettin' tired of the game n***as makin' fun of his name, he gettin' tired of the shame Took it out on his dame, now he locked in the bang, it's crazy It's how we live, yeah.. [Chorus x2] [Outro: Hot Flames] Can I Rise? Can I Rise?