This is the rise of my life
I will fight every time
In the start I was shy
Now I'm entering my prime
I was 12, no studio, just a gaming mic
That I broke 'cause I got quick scooped in a fight
Only real battles I had were the ones about life
Only feelings I had were when I cut ties
With the fam, that's real shit, don't gotta post it on the gram
I leave a post-it on your head
Note it down that you're a clown
If you're stepping in my way
I guarantee you're stepping down
Nobody's next to me
There are only people on the ground
And I'm elevated and hella faded, I cannot lie
Showed them all the start in part one of the rise
That I've been
Ready for fame, I've figured it out
No doubt
That I'm not here to just chase for the clout
I'm chasing a bag, can you give an amount
To a broke boy whose drip has been lost in a drought
I speak the lyrical truth
Just read the lyrics as proof
The rise of my life has the whole game in a noose
Picasso got dreams real vivid, it's true
Well, 90%, I gotta keep my shit obtuse
Grab hold of your life, it's loose
One wrong move and I might lose
Playing my game, we don't play by the rules
I play to win, then end with a deuce
Hear your shit and I hit snooze
Hear my shit while on a cruise
I don't gotta talk 'bout tools, just know I keep my life in tune