Chip - Rise Lyrics

Verse 1
Truth be told I feel like I'm the best with this s*it
I put it all together they a mess with this s*it
A out west ni**a I'm a vet with this s*it
If you were hater blame God I was blessed with this s*it
I'm at the point where I don't give a f**k
When lights off a lot of ni**as start switching up
It seems close but the politics be really far
What you doing when they ain't looking is who you really are
This s*it was made for educate, to talk to the people give them something greater
I be coming all humble and s*it,
Now you a star if you gang bang get on the mic and mumble some s*it
Aye shawty I don't give a f**k about your gram likes
Cause showing your pu**y ain't all a real man likes
And you wonder why he treat you like a little toy cause you keep giving yo gift to a little boy
To many young Ni**as shoot in making me lose it, aint nothing tough about, it anybody can do it
F**k supporting each other and how we supposed to be brothers
Ni**az hearts is cold they wasn't loved by they mothers
Raised by they grandmothers cause the love was sweet but then she passed away and they resort to the streets
And ain't no love in the streets pops locked in prison
Or you can't even see him without the courts permission
Aye listen sorry I ain't talking bout gang s*it but I rather talk about something that might change s*it

Verse 2
I ain't never sold crack-rock
Grew up in streets where they will kill you if yo hat cocked
Take a pic, everybody say since you back drop
I got a slot to teach and thought I hit the jackpot
A few degrees so who cares if a rapper like him
Masters and teacher don't compare me I am nothing like em
They think gangstas shooting or getting penetration
I thing gangstas helping my whole generation
They ain't real they just tell you what you wanna hear
A black man teaching more needed than Obama here
It's a war and every mind is a weapon
So my verses like a email, attached is a message
I hear'em, they like P you on that conscious s*it
I'm on that bring my people together and conquer s*it
Too many kids not knowing bout they next meal
And these ni**az rapping bout poppin a X-pill
Chill, I ain't sayin that I'm better but I'm smarter cuz I choose to use my words way clever
And I get it, a lot of us ain't never had s*it
Feel like we on a escalator when it comes to bad s*it
But RISE, that's what a ni**a to do
We all trying to fix it, so what's a ni**a to screw
Don't make a bad decision go and get it the hardaway
Shaqing without a penny had to get it the hardaway
Don't gotta roc-a-fella just to get it the Carter way
And pray that one day we can celebrate fathers day
Sorry I ain't talkin bout gang s*it but I rather talk about something that might change s*it.
S*it!