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lirik lagu on the rise – dedric

[intro]
(sh-t…)
(what i was tellin you is just, huh)
(on the rise, my n-gga)
(you know)
(sh-t’s gettin real, man)
gyeah
(just gotta be on the rise)
gyeah

[verse 1]
my enemies envy me and cry, gangstas die
sell gangsta sh-t, real gangstas try
don’t walk where the real f-ckin gangstas ride
tell my n-ggas on the rise just my gangstas robbed
yo villa dawg, civilians run, it’z kuz i watched em wrong (aaaaaa)
trust me
you should’ve never f-ck with and touched me
so, n-gga, welcome some lead on ya a’s
it’z the n-gga that make you a sucka
f-ck a hoe and stray in ya way
(what you say?) why my f-ckin songs pay me?
you motherf-ckin bustas makin what ya n-ggas can’t make
i burn tracks, instead of smokin my life
all y’all n-ggas better be careful till this song stop
climbin on bricks and walls
n-ggas open doors
gimme your jewels and f-ck the f-ckin law
do what ya want
what what? it’z my style that’s fenna take out y’all
and if she touch my b-lls
n-gga i’m on (the rise)

[hook]
on the rise, my n-ggas open fire (fire)
you know i’m gone pop, so you stalk-talk bout me, lack of pride

[verse 2]
you’re just accustomed to understand my flow
here we go bannin blown laws
you let me motherf-ckin know
who is the man who made that plan?
a n-gga who want money, n-gga, i done that (gyeeh):
takin weed from fields, and, packin it to bangin it
slangin, not makin it
to stay in a wolk-swaggin, he
tresp-ssed the law an keep saggin, he
ain’t no more slangin trees
i already slapped these
hoe’s
blown laws falls, n-gga
helpin him, what happened?
police got these boys
they my n-ggas
but some wiggas that i can’t destroy
be copyin black boys trends to call them friends and enjoy
i tell my boy
what the f-ck you doin exploit?
im livin with precaution to don’t feed no corruption
you coughin and self-makin another lethal injection
me? i’m makin another motherf-ckin production

[hook]
on the rise, my n-ggas open fire (fire)
you know i’m gone pop, so you stalk-talk bout me, lack of pride (gyeah)
on the rise, my n-ggas open doors (doors)
i’m tryna get high, pockets loaded with my high ryder (ryder, n-gga)

[verse 3]
see, another g-rapper rappin tricksta
who don’t want you be a sheepsta
freakin, blockin from the insta
this, that, tell the vertice i ain’t a pranksta (what’s vertice?)
get it in the next dedric’s cd’s
you ain’t met the real g’s yet
as you stroll down the streets
suddenly a n-gga bleed
creepin and crawlin
lay down slowly
as you check wholly
n-gga i also control here
keep runnin, with ya blue car on my streets with
some f-ckin whack music on the radio, driftin
this ghetto gettin worse than gomorrah
one day i’ll fight to prevent that, in my revo army i’m lookin for a
gunner, gonna blast squeeze first
n0body i can trust
since i heard some b-lls burst
now i have arrived and my gun starts
to fire
when i lost my rank
i was a motherf-ckin pranksta

[outro]
i’m gone do it, and show em
i’m gone do it, and show em
neva stop the hussle
kuz i’m gone be someone
i’m gone do it, and show em
i’m gone do it, and show em
neva stop the hussle
kuz i’m gone be someone
(you say-you say what)
(you say-you say what)
(you say-you say what)
(you say-you say)
(gyeah, gyeah)

- dedric

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