Yours Truly - RISE lyrics

[Hook : Neto] I'm on a rise to the fame and the fortune I'ma race around the game like I'm Gordon I don't wanna talk if it ain't important I don't wanna sip it if you ain't pourin [verse 1 : Neto] I don't wanna be a part of that none of that I'm doin' my own thing catch it with a Kodak I just wanna see my name on a plaque for bein' the best rapper to come up in a shack Woah , hold up , I just wanna take it back to a time when I had nothin' but a pad and a pen I just wanna relive all the sh** I did when I was a kid maybe do it again , but It don't work like that , cause when I was a kid I ain't realize what I had was that great But now I see the world from a whole different state of mind , and sh**s crazy when you think about it all the time We spend so much time on the past and the future That we don't realize what we're losin' Cause the present goes by in the blink of an eye And everybody spends time looking up at the sky Waiting for a miracle to fall on em But instead of getting up and doing work They just wanna let people kick me when they in the dirt They don't wanna make a change they don't wanna take a stand They just wanna follow the beaten path that's been laid for em by another man Cause anytime you step outta line you're f**ing crazy But where would rap be without jay z [ Hook : Neto ] I'm on a rise to the fame and the fortune I'ma race around the game like I'm Gordon I don't wanna talk if it ain't important I don't wanna sip it if you ain't pourin [verse 2 : Your$ Truly] Put another nail in the box Had to straighten out the wrongs I made but the guap got my mind on some other sh** I stay losin thoughts Pray for a n***a if he wanna cross me blood spatter in the carseat next to my homies dead body no pulse no heartbeat momma cryin she don't need to see this They don't put real sh** on the news it's a secret Let me get real for a second I don't give a f** about god or the devil I'm the one in the streets sellin rock with the metal tucked in my back pocket Wish a n***a would start something Waiting for the day I can pop it Got a small circle ain't goin out like pac did You done ran outta options it's over f** a poet im a real monster Grew up in the mud im a pig Threw up at the club but I still f**ed your b**h We the ones youndon't wanna mess with Better start prayin to your reverend Stackin bands up like a n***a playin tetris Im ruthless to these hoes but they still wanna s** it I'm the realist one no question check the news b**h ya boy on the front cover Your$ Truly [ Hook : Neto ] I'm on a rise to the fame and the fortune I'ma race around the game like I'm Gordon I don't wanna talk if it ain't important I don't wanna sip it if you ain't pourin