Rise Pill (Ft. Curren$y, CyHi, Teedra Moses & Wale)
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[Intro: CyHi]
M-M-Maybach Music
CyHi, okay
Yeah, hah
[Verse 1: CyHi]
My music make the crowd move
Hah, I'm in the car rolling cow food
Yeah, but I still keep a strap with me
I ain't never been a slipper, that's a house shoe
Hah, got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move but I keep a loud tool
Play games, you'll be shitting in a pouch, fool
Got stock like DOW do
New hardtop, off the car lot
Hit the gas, tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop, bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work, we got them H&R Blocks
Alumni, yeah I'm from the school of hard knocks
Looking out for the 12, Roger Staubach
No café but we had them hard rocks
For the bread, they'll throw you off of dark docks
So before ya heart stop, or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you straight like a bar shot
Cause the streets don't play fair, huh
Niggas mad cause you got more rides than the state fair
Terrified, I can't lie, boy I stay scared
So I keep a lot of toys like a daycare
Huh, hold the shotty like a bass player
I ain't a killer, I'm just tryna stay safe player
M-M-Maybach Music
CyHi, okay
Yeah, hah
[Verse 1: CyHi]
My music make the crowd move
Hah, I'm in the car rolling cow food
Yeah, but I still keep a strap with me
I ain't never been a slipper, that's a house shoe
Hah, got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move but I keep a loud tool
Play games, you'll be shitting in a pouch, fool
Got stock like DOW do
New hardtop, off the car lot
Hit the gas, tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop, bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work, we got them H&R Blocks
Alumni, yeah I'm from the school of hard knocks
Looking out for the 12, Roger Staubach
No café but we had them hard rocks
For the bread, they'll throw you off of dark docks
So before ya heart stop, or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you straight like a bar shot
Cause the streets don't play fair, huh
Niggas mad cause you got more rides than the state fair
Terrified, I can't lie, boy I stay scared
So I keep a lot of toys like a daycare
Huh, hold the shotty like a bass player
I ain't a killer, I'm just tryna stay safe player
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