RISE

I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think I run it I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think (I think) I think I run it Someone run the clock Give her that hickory dicory doc Yet you can't keep track the time Do her good so she can't stop Yeah you watch me up that stage With the plays, footballs combined Yeah, you know I run the line Hit my goals, I'm number nine Oh, I'mma get there On no welfare That's what I be doin', mane No pretending' I'mma sit there Watch her while she do her thing While she bounce it up and down Round and round, grind on me Half breed drug mule But that's just the grind, homie You gon' be something if you don't do nothing Young nigga You not gon' do a thing if you don't get out there Young nigga Yo, someone come put Huey on me Revolution, Panther Party Black on black, don't get me started Shit is wack, are you retarded White on white got the same odds 'Cause we still segregated, uh They gon' point up at Kanye and tell us that we made it out Made it out, ain't in doubt 'Cause there's a whole eight of them now Why you tryna complain that you poor when some successful Guess you ain't work hard enough, you shoulda been born better Next time, step up King yourself, Corretta How you gon' allow yourself to be broke When I gave you 15 dollars How you can't afford no whip, not even no Chevy Impala Drive to work, no you can't walk Better ride to church, you fucking bum Pray that you gon come across some cash that we won't give to ya Even if you workin' for it 48 hours a day Even if you got some kids at home you can't afford to feed Even if your mama in her deathbed and need surgery Even if a storm come through your house and destroy everything That ain't my problem That ain't my problem Even if you supply my needs and my wants, yeah Rich men tryna control us, yeah F*ck that, we better rise up, yeah