| Uh, you would have thought that from seeing me going hard
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| That that’d motivate these motherfuckers to get on they job
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| But instead they hating on what I’ve been doing
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| Having conversations in my face about what I should do for 'em
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| What I’mma do keep rolling and dropping weed on 'em
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| Pack my bags look like I’m staying for weeks but be gone in the morning
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| If the flight is private, we probably should board it
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| You see it you like it, I can probably afford it
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| If niggas really felt some type of way about the shit I’m doing
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| You picked a crazy time to start letting me know
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| Cause jealousy and envy that’s a trait for mostly bitches
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| Not a man so you ain’t one if you letting it show
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| Now the money like the weed how we letting it grow
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| And I ain’t holding on to shit I’m letting it go
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| Started small but now we all in them bigger game
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| All in a bigger plane, ballin' and getting paid
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| First the love was there
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| Then the paper came
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| Then the haters came
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| But we still rise above
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| First the love was there
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| Then the paper came
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| Then the haters came
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| But we still rise above
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| Yeah, my phone is dead, but I got a contact
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| My sharpie paint pen on my Timbo combats
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| You talk shit, I won’t respond back
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| But they gon' get, and you don’t want that
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| That nigga will forget the deal
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| Remember what? |
| Get for real
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| My whip appeal, my crib is real
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| My wrist as well you know… the Richard Mille
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| Hip-hop grunge nigga, I make her come quicker
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| Then rock toe socks, yellow sponge nigga
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| I Tebow, for hoes that eat hoes
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| Emojis fo' me and my people
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| The hoes love me, I’m on they TiVo
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| I work they thighs, and they kegels
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| Skateboard, I love Chanel
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| Retweet me bitch, I’m @Pharrell
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| First the love was there
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| Then the paper came
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| Then the haters came
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| But we still rise above
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| First the love was there
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| Then the paper came
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| Then the haters came
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| But we still rise above
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| Yeah, I hustle no muscle, I’ll never be muzzled
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| I’m a piece to a puzzle, I’m Robert Townsend
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| And my words gon' Hollywood Shuffle
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| My nigga I move moo, my motivation is moves foo'
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| I get up and does do, I evenly do ten things at once
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| Multitaskin' super fast and king of tattin' super pimpin'
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| House of rollin' run a business while I’m tourin' on you bitches
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| Doing features while watching a double feature nigga
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| I see you suffering from haterism, get that check
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| I take nothin' and make somethin'
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| There’s no breaks when the hustle’s runnin'
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| Ain’t dealin' with fakes, ain’t fuckin' with snakes
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| They all in my face now they got what it takes
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| My nigga I’m straight
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| So don’t reach out cause I peaced out
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| When I reached out, there’s no response
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| Like knockin' on an empty house
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| Yeah, so I keep on while you peep on
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| What I be on and you’re behind — that’s what karma’s about
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| First the love was there
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| Then the paper came
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| Then the haters came
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| But we still rise above
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| First the love was there
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| Then the paper came
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| Then the haters came
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| But we still rise above
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| Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
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| They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song with these niggas
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| Claimin' they ballin', to me they playin'
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| These niggas ain’t really doin' what they sayin'
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| Man what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
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| They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song with these niggas
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| Claimin' they ballin', to me they playin'
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| These niggas ain’t really doin' what they sayin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rise Above , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album O.N.I.F.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп