Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise and Fall, artist - AZ. Album song The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Rise and Fall |
Cold as the cold in the wintertime |
Slow rhyme, when I rhyme, no beginner I’m |
City walk when they said tryna make a dime |
They don’t ask for too much, just a little shine |
A little time on the grind tryin get that gwop |
Wasn’t worth eight years for your first time pop |
Now you back rehabilitated punching the clock |
Old neighbourhood witnessin your man in the drop |
Got the drop on that nigga, said he runnin the block |
Graduated from the greens to servin up rock |
So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan |
On some ski mask shit but that’s your man |
I’m sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front |
And put a block on that other shit you want |
But the streets keep callin your name |
A nine to five slave to the rhythm ain’t bringin you fame |
So it’s back to the game, round up a little gang |
Set it up to stick your mayne but he stick you first, goodbye |
I’ve seen em rise, seen em fall |
Seen em come, seen em go, seen em all |
Seen stars with they name on the wall |
Till the money get tight and the limelight stall |
3AM in the backseat leanin |
Thinkin bout all the things I seen man |
Remember, before niggas was on the bandwagon |
I fell asleep to the sound of hand cannons |
Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons |
Late night, Spindle Street with my man Brendan |
Fast-forward twelve years, now we grandstandin |
Because I maintainin, without man tannin |
And it made me an animal |
But I need another quarter before the catalogue |
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol |
But I’m too loud and too proud to tap dance for these crackers dog |
So, won’t be no Gregory Hyman |
When Te get hostile he spit gospel like he in the whiners |
And right now he into findin |
A new platform for the rhymes that I arrange |
And new ideas for the lines that I exchange |
Cause I can’t be a laughin stock homie, that’d be a cryin shame |
All I need is six bars and an intro |
Cause I relate to these beats like we was kinfolks |
And the flow so fresh like lentils |
And this is all real talk, that’s for your info |
Cause that’s where I been yo, ho 3AM in the backseat leanin |
Thinkin bout all the things I seen man |
Grindin, timin, motherfucker |
Rep up, stepped up motherfucker |
So quiet, coulda crept on the sucker |
From behind and blew the breath out the buster |
But instead held my head like a hustler |
Parked up to get the sound of the muffler |
Heard a clown buyed his pounds, bein fluffier |
Tellin niggas outa town they be luckier |
It get sad when the hood had enough of ya Broke niggas buck at ya, poke you in ya jugular |
But when you high you feel niggas can’t fuck witcha |
I’m surprised the nigga still had customers |
Shut my eyes and inhaled my smoke |
Tryna decide should I let him slide, but nope |
He broke ties when he spoke his lies |
Tellin spies that he hope I die so my reply is To keep it real, I hope he can fly |
Cause I’ma send him to them open skies |
3AM in the backseat leanin |
Thinkin bout all the things I’ve seen man |