The Rising Son Pt. 2

(Scott Storch) Who the f*ck is this? Cleanest, meanest R-MEAN Who the f*ck is this? The cleanest, meanest I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it Ne-never made it, ne-never made it (yeah) Learned how to move in a room full of pythons 'Til I started moving into rooms full of icons Conquering lion, I walk into Zion with God in alignment His strong soldiers who He shines His light on The sun is rising at the horizon, the time has come (yeah For me to bring the pain, you gon' feel the rain like a pile of ones Head honcho? I crack a Don like the rising sun Head honcho? I crack a Don like the Rising Son Hate on him, you hate on yourself Prayed for you on nights that he ain't even pray for his self Homie a real one (real) Thorough 'til the last of his steps (yeah) Through the speakers, you can smell the cognac on his breath I said a real one You can feel his soul when he spit Pain equivalent to passing kidney stones through your dick Through the crack of the concrete, he rose to uplift Still, motherfuckers hoping that he quit But you fucking with a real one Hate on him? You truly just dumb I'm the one, couldn't be more proud of who I've become I said a real one These other cats is just not me (yeah) If I had a son, I'd want him to be just like me Homie a real one You can feel him bleed when he spit Pain equivalent to bullets in your spleen, you've been hit (boom, boom) I created this reality from dreams, it's a gift Pay attention, it's Mean and The Machine in this bitch, ha Who the f*ck is this? Cleanest, meanest R-MEAN Who the f*ck is this? The cleanest, meanest Talk to 'em, boom-boom-boom-boom I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it Ne-never made it, ne-never made it (yeah) Who the f*ck is this? It's the Machine, I'm the next thing (uh-huh) We bring niggas to their death with a TEC squeeze (brrt, brrt) Ferrari SUVs, lots of SBs (boom) My wrist and my neck is VS clean Philippe on me, diamonds in the armband Niggas turned powder money into a farmland (uh-huh) They got seeds in the feds for a long span Dope got power like Gervonta's strong hand (talk to 'em) Yeah, three thousand for the feet pieces I conjure a verse, it's a heat seeker I know the big Blood in Harlem, that's the B keeper (uh-huh) We will clear out your checks with the street sweeper (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Yeah, it's Conway, the phenomenal The run I been on lately is astronomical (I swear) Nigga play with me? Got a shit bag on his abdominal My man in the feds had his daughter on the conjugal (talk to 'em) Real street nigga, even my mama know (my mama know) Increased the murder rate, they saying we responsible (uh-huh) I'm from where you get shot, drive yourself to the hospital Yeah, that Buffalo nigga did the impossible (woo, woo) Get in yo' fucking bag, nigga, stop playing (shit) That Buffalo nigga did the impossible (yeah) Turned a pot of boiling water to a pot of gold (whip, whip) Lambo yacht out in Monaco (woo) Who the f*ck is this? Cleanest, meanest R-MEAN Who the f*ck is this? The cleanest, meanest Talk to 'em, boom-boom-boom-boom I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it Ne-never made it, ne-never made it