On The Rise - Truth

Chorus: Ya hands can't hit what your eyes can't see-
I float like a butterfly- sting like a bee.
Standin' 1st in tha standings- why can't you see?
I come through wit' my verses- and merk shit on tha beat
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Fast cars, like nascar, with mad bars-
i know you hear 'em,
im flowin'-- floatin' past yall,
in another dimension, u cant even ask nasa-
-Im getting cake-now, stacks so high- im spacebound,
i knoe im rollin'- cuz tha fortune and fame- aint way-far,
foot on the pedal, somehow im stuck in tha middle- like a spacebar.
Truth got it on lock, i got a gift for them tracks,you could call this tha trap, gimmie this, & gimmie that-
bring it back, choppin' sacs, catchin' daps,
i Got 2 G's in tha stash and now im holdin a new stack,
got that mean lean- give me tha green- you know i flip that,
so sit-back- relax, man, u knoe i got them sick raps,
for real dawg- I rip tracks,
you can't hold me-homie- you better step back.
That gat'll go click clack- up to your six pack,
I suggest u wear a vest-or-get your chest---- cracked,
who's slackin'? forget rappin',
get to packin' macs, or get to stackin' stacks,
I swear other cats wallets ain't half as fat,
forget a scrap, brappp- man i bust a cap at that.
& Give u 5 seconds....
Im never missin- your position- as a matter of fact,
i leave you missin off tha map, when i spin a few raps,
look back at my past- i just stare and laugh,
but when I'm focused on my future- you better clear tha path,
I'm built like everlast, difference is you neverlast-
if it looks like you got something to flash,
you gone get ur ass jacked,
and you bout to feel the rath-
you bummy, its funny, I'm just hungry- for more cuz moneys my better half,
Grip tha mic- collide and clash like an avalanche,
and my tac-tics fresher than a tic-tac-
so i know that
you dont wanna battle rap or scrap,
automatics bangin'- get clapped- fast- no chit-chat,
smokin' and tokin'-kush- look -you where the nip at,
find me in the back-jack, where the chips at,
Bustin' lines all niii- I get high even without a spliff,
nowadays tha shit that rappers spit- be counterfeit,
they out of it,
if u come thru with allotta chips, u'll get hit with alotta clips,
you aint ever done did nothin'-
holla at me wen u done talkin',
i got a dream- like martin luther king- and common,
try to play my cards, but its hard to stay calm-when,
you rollin' thru hoods-where gunsparkin'- aint uncommon.
But thats why I go hard,
you starting off, im at tha end friend, and im wonderin why we so far,
I be playin it sharp, to be holdin down the charts,
try to play- tha fame,..
but tha game- could make- a mayne- and his past ways- grow apart,
now im all alone, in my zone, cold and its dark,
holdin' my own, on my throne, yea, i got, got- gotta keep it smart,
got the henny with tha bleezy homie, wheres my spark?
I'm hitting up tha top, if not,
I'ma keep it one spot,
while yall dudes keep coming in and out.
truth set it off- to be livin large, goin' hard- wen the bars come OUT.
Mandems movin rock- on the block, got US lost- in the doubt,
aint much- you nuts can do- to box me out,
or stop my clout,
I put a glock in his mouth-- then ask him wat he talkin' about.

-Chorus

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