Rise Up (feat. San Brown)

Life's a cold game never fold because of bad hands Give 'em the poker face til they understand This is my pot, I will not lose Don't get confused with it, which one of these n's Want it with a warlock I run through the pain I don't stop, calisthenics on these ghetto blocks My city Watts, comes with a lot of risks No time to watch, the plot thickens No I'm not a Christian, but God sent him For the visionary, it's scary to him When they can't find your price or feed off your vices Bomb on my back I'm in the building like Isis Don't care about this life resurrect like Christ did I'm Jason Kidd not the one with assists Machete through your ribs But this mask make me play safely with peers The beer and Remy shots still got me in a haze And I ain't had one in years Still spit Everclear 120 proof in the booth truth everywhere. Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up This a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up I'm an old rookie, see the game lucky It took me this long to frame the picture But I spit with big arms like young Tookie Rest in peace to the soldier it's a revolution What type of n's you producin' What's their contribution to the fall of these institutions Malcolm X or the Martin Luthers, 2020 See the vision is evolution, stamina ready Reservoir dog heart heavy never scared Prepared for whatever there, rare features Be aware of these dead preachers, and sneak these with a smile to greet ya All the while, with bad intentions My circumference is small Keep the rest of y'all, at a long distance Mister telephone man this is a new edition My hooks get 'em fly fishing Sneak dissin' get you fried with 'em I provide the wisdom coincide with the knowledge given Do the math it's a whole different algorithm Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up This a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up Yeah P, you got me going in my bag From that hell hot place where the youth they play tag But not with lasers, they're pretty loose with the blammers Self worth diminished they plagued by sub par standards Snakes will always slither So we keep to ourselves to keep it moving like that old man river Those who know, push through it and still remain quiet Those who speak, will sell your ass out in a riot We've seen these fuckers, came close but couldn't touch us Got a crash course in reverence and had to love us Their days are numbered, one eye cocked to slumber The other, behind a scope on something that's made to numb ya Pillage and plunder ill prepared best beware They concentrating on camps to plant your black ass there Acknowledge this quote, no joke from what is spoke There is a bigger picture that's painted whether ya sleep or woke Rise up