Rising Son

I’m on my way (I’m on my way I’m on my) I’m on a rise! (I’m on that, I’m on that) I been running up the bag yeah Steady giving em the vibes yeah I’m on a rise I be running up the bag yeah Steady giving em the vibes Say she Miss me, kiss me Maami I could bless you Like a pastor I ain’t focused on the past When I’m talking Pasture Seeing greener everytime when I look inside you I see paradise, got me paralyzed How they sending shots, must be tranquilizers Say you had enough, said I’m sleeping on ya Got that ice in my chest, like I got pneumonia Said you sick of me ridin’ with my dawgs and I might just sic em on you I got hella bands That be why the drip designing Yeah the drip designer Got these Tommy jeans, gold chain, Tommy sweater They ain’t got no label and I ain’t got no label Tell her watch your step, say the drip flooded Let me hold your hand Like a guardian angel Ama watch your back fore I break your back I been running up the bag yeah. (I’m on a rise!!) Steady giving em the vibes