Stro The Mc - Rise Above lyrics

[Chorus/Hook:] Some days [?] A change has to got to come Got to rise above it all for We'll rise, yea I know [Verse 1: Astro] Its hard to walk these city streets Paranoia got the best of the youngin' Most of my childhood friends arrested Rest of them ducking Or doing nothing I stay off the blocks we played on Adore these tracks, I box daily like Avon They running like Omar coming, this ain't The Wire Still cats carry their cannons like Mariah I struggle today, then ball tomorrow I'm dedicated, the charts is minor This minor try son the legislation And be above all, F' the world I bust off, I see many but compared to less I'm [?] so duck Grind hard for the bucks Like [?] and [?] I'm the one hit wonder, you stuck with him See get the loot, like its 92' after the Rodney case I'm razor sharp on every chain But I don't watch karate tapes They looked at me and said, "He little, B, yo he probably based." I spit a verse, they noticed that is not the case I'm all they need [Hook:] [Verse 2: Astro] Going all over the globe You wouldn't get far with this rapping is what I was told Now I be touching they souls Packing up shows with young and the old You fiending to roll? Stop You ain't see my vision Retired from the Bull like Scottie Pippen Now I'm in the kitchen cooking up heaters On Twitter, followed by leaders They watching, birds clocking Its my time in this game I entered the stage like Black Moon Say So get your Smith and Wesson And buck a shot for this youngin' thats reppin' 8 seconds is lessen by this adolescent I got that organic, alienated real For all planets They tried to stop what made sense for dollar flow Added [?] still a cat padding like Calicoe I keep it original, dog, strictly for the city Still trying make more bands than P. Diddy But I ain't with the faking, you better recognize Like Sam Sneed, without a doubt I am what y'all need So check your need [Hook:] [Verse 3: Dessy Hinds] Ugh huh...you already... Inner stardom's never born Unless its scorned by every lesson in disguise With digesting worthy progressive verses numbers in the pies Its only three eyes on the prize possession Tell em' n***as better hol' they weapons In y'all sections for this rap precinct that won't witness protection Opening sentences hoping these sentences could block cells On Brooklyn blocks well 'Till they can't reach him like the top shelf Cause every letter bound to hit em with a hot spell On the dot, until its red hot And every art already touch arteries till' tec's drops That IllMindedChild pop outta tracks until your neck pop Commitment to the page is on stage in limited wedlock And the knots is tied to get more than 2 Chainz just for your dreadlock And every flame regains 'till your memory set up headlocks And its gone... [Hook:]