[Chorus]
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
[Verse 1]
She had her little daughter with her, it was cold out
She said “ah, I hate this motherfucker,” then she rolled out
He ain't answering his phone, she yells “what the fuck?!”
Then told her daughter “buckle up, yeah, that's for safety”
See she been stressin' lately
'Cause this nigga she done been with for the past two years
Is now the current reason for her last few tears
She text, he don't text back
When she see him she be tryna sex, he don't sex back
His heart be on jet black
She call, he don't call back, all he say is “fall back”
Nigga just need his space, so she headed to his place
'Cause she just got a call from her homegirl Rhonda
Who said he be creepin', he been fuckin' with Yolanda
“Yolanda?" "Yeah girl, Yolanda
Told you he ain't shit but you ain't listen, I was tryna–”
Click–hmmm, hung up that phone and hopped right up in that Honda
Headed to his crib, she said she fed up with this shit
“Thought this time this was the one, thought I got better at this shit
Pickin' out Mr. Right, stick it out through the fights
And long nights, for what? These niggas is all alike”
She gon' set it off, her daughter gon' witness it all tonight, damn
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
[Verse 1]
She had her little daughter with her, it was cold out
She said “ah, I hate this motherfucker,” then she rolled out
He ain't answering his phone, she yells “what the fuck?!”
Then told her daughter “buckle up, yeah, that's for safety”
See she been stressin' lately
'Cause this nigga she done been with for the past two years
Is now the current reason for her last few tears
She text, he don't text back
When she see him she be tryna sex, he don't sex back
His heart be on jet black
She call, he don't call back, all he say is “fall back”
Nigga just need his space, so she headed to his place
'Cause she just got a call from her homegirl Rhonda
Who said he be creepin', he been fuckin' with Yolanda
“Yolanda?" "Yeah girl, Yolanda
Told you he ain't shit but you ain't listen, I was tryna–”
Click–hmmm, hung up that phone and hopped right up in that Honda
Headed to his crib, she said she fed up with this shit
“Thought this time this was the one, thought I got better at this shit
Pickin' out Mr. Right, stick it out through the fights
And long nights, for what? These niggas is all alike”
She gon' set it off, her daughter gon' witness it all tonight, damn
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