Son Rise Songtext
von Futurewave
Son Rise Songtext
Fuckin′ time it is
That Bibby Young shit
I can show you how we do it 'round here
I can show you how we do it
I be the man of the hour
All the wolves are starving, meal plans get devoured
They got their hands out
I got the hand with the power
Grams of the powder
Out in New England, mixing clams with the chowder
Might throw ′em
Just hit me on the hip, that be the business phone
Rather break bread with the squad every bitchin' lung
Ricochet hit the wall, then it chip the bong
We gon' lock the top scorer down, switching thrones
I got the cash and the skane
Got the stashes for the fiends
Used to outrun the 12 with the pack in my jeans
Mastered the craft, now I add to the cream
Rolling with the XD, switch the blast for a bang
They roll the wave to be the new leader
I see through the lies of the truth teacher
Buckets mixing hand sanitizer, two liters
I preserve it all the world, be the zookeeper
And I can show you how we do it ′round here
I can show you how we do it, uh-huh
I fly to London for the tour
Bury hundreds in the floor
Got a lil′ something, keep me running from the morgue
Youngins hungry for the war
That's why they running through your door
Feel like déjà vu, feel like something from before
Catfish in a coat, frying scallops in a boat
They tryna see the vision, but that′s a different scope
They was talking all that good shit, catch 'em in a choke
They couldn′t stand the heat, they couldn't last up in the smoke
Sharks in the water think it′s sweet up on the land
When we eating with our hands
Throw the season in the pan
Then we feed it to the fam
Draw the leeches in the sand
Young con man teaching secrets to the scam
Students racing in the land
Got patience with the plan
When they come for me, I just pray that there's a jam
Get up on the plane, try to make it to Japan
Just off the vinyl, we done made a hundred grand
And it's a blessing ′cause I know a hundred more soon
New year, tryna see how much will run before it′s on
Middle fingers to the judge, fuck the courtroom
That Brown Bag one
How long you been flying your birds, sir?
Been flying 'em about five years
How does it make you feel when you see your birds up there?
It makes me feel good
How come?
To learn, to know that I could train them, you know?
′Cause at first when I was starting to
Train them, I used to lose the birds
And now?
Now I could train them, now I know how to teach them
They always stay here, they never go nowhere
They always stay in their home, they don't go no other place
How do you feel looking down on Harlem
Instead of being on the streets?
I don′t know, it's better to be on the roof
Because on the street, it′s too much trouble
Too much, too many things going on in the street
That Bibby Young shit
I can show you how we do it 'round here
I can show you how we do it
I be the man of the hour
All the wolves are starving, meal plans get devoured
They got their hands out
I got the hand with the power
Grams of the powder
Out in New England, mixing clams with the chowder
Might throw ′em
Just hit me on the hip, that be the business phone
Rather break bread with the squad every bitchin' lung
Ricochet hit the wall, then it chip the bong
We gon' lock the top scorer down, switching thrones
I got the cash and the skane
Got the stashes for the fiends
Used to outrun the 12 with the pack in my jeans
Mastered the craft, now I add to the cream
Rolling with the XD, switch the blast for a bang
They roll the wave to be the new leader
I see through the lies of the truth teacher
Buckets mixing hand sanitizer, two liters
I preserve it all the world, be the zookeeper
And I can show you how we do it ′round here
I can show you how we do it, uh-huh
I fly to London for the tour
Bury hundreds in the floor
Got a lil′ something, keep me running from the morgue
Youngins hungry for the war
That's why they running through your door
Feel like déjà vu, feel like something from before
Catfish in a coat, frying scallops in a boat
They tryna see the vision, but that′s a different scope
They was talking all that good shit, catch 'em in a choke
They couldn′t stand the heat, they couldn't last up in the smoke
Sharks in the water think it′s sweet up on the land
When we eating with our hands
Throw the season in the pan
Then we feed it to the fam
Draw the leeches in the sand
Young con man teaching secrets to the scam
Students racing in the land
Got patience with the plan
When they come for me, I just pray that there's a jam
Get up on the plane, try to make it to Japan
Just off the vinyl, we done made a hundred grand
And it's a blessing ′cause I know a hundred more soon
New year, tryna see how much will run before it′s on
Middle fingers to the judge, fuck the courtroom
That Brown Bag one
How long you been flying your birds, sir?
Been flying 'em about five years
How does it make you feel when you see your birds up there?
It makes me feel good
How come?
To learn, to know that I could train them, you know?
′Cause at first when I was starting to
Train them, I used to lose the birds
And now?
Now I could train them, now I know how to teach them
They always stay here, they never go nowhere
They always stay in their home, they don't go no other place
How do you feel looking down on Harlem
Instead of being on the streets?
I don′t know, it's better to be on the roof
Because on the street, it′s too much trouble
Too much, too many things going on in the street
Writer(s): Daniel Borley, Martin Budik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
