From the recording The Yellow Tape: Soul-A-Rise
Lyrics
Grand Rising
I got the gift and the curse
The hunger and thirst
Bad bitches I love
But money coming from work
I was fucking with my self
They would call me a jerk
Had to pat my own back
Baby learned how to burp
What I found on my search
They’ll put you down in the dirt
For thinking you can rise higher
Nah you bound to this earth
They hope you’ll flat line
But been around since ya birth
Nas
From A to Z
I think they know we the firm
That’s ill
Na Na nigga
Keep that same energy
This M I C
I See I Am what they pretend to be
I got that drive nigga
My hands on 10 and 3
Let Jesus take the wheel
And I shoot at my enemies
Keep spinning the block out
Brody keep him a shot out
Chained to his smoker
Like a cig
He stay pullin the opps out
I wanna tell him to chill
But it’s been getting hot out
You sleeping on the job
Real Bosses will get you clocked out
So I be Tryna stay prepared and aware
I’m the truth And Im daring
Exploring her derrière
Getting top going to the top
3 wheels and a spare
I was lost
But now I’m not
Nigga never knew despair
Only walking in my purpose
And I got the newest pair
I wore my heart on my sleeve like a nudist
Cause I
Knew this was rare
They goin stare
I’m goin shine
See the glare
In they eyes
That’s they pride
Taking hits that they can’t bare
Fucking em up
Lumps and some cuts
I need my cut in lump sums
I got a cup and a Dutch
That 1800 coconut is baptizing my tongue
I’m alive
And my grands goin rise like the sun
That’s Grand rising