Rise Above (feat. Pharrell, Tuki Carter & Amber Rose )

歌詞

Close your eyes Sir (Laughs) Verse 1: Uh You would've thought That from seeing me going hard That that'll motivate these mutha f*ckers to get on their job But instead they hating on what I've been doing Having conversations in my face about what I should do for 'em What Imma do, keep rolling and dropping weed on 'em Pack my bags look like I'm staying for weeks But be gone in the morning If the flight is private, we probably should board it You see that you like it, I can probably afford it If ni**as really felt some type of way about the shit I'm doing You think the crazy time to start letting me know Cuz jealousy and envy That's a trick for mostly b*tches not a man So you ain't one if you let this show Now the money like the weed, I'll keep letting it grow And I ain't holding onto shit, I'm letting it go Started small but now we all on the bigger game All on a bigger plane Balling then getting paid Chorus: First the love was there Then the paper came Then the haters came But we still rise above First the love was there Then the paper came Then the haters came But we still rise above Verse 2: My phone is dead but I got a contact My sharpie paint pen on my tipple combats You talk shit, I won't respond back But they gon' get and you don't want that Their nickel peel, forget the deal Remember what, get for real My whip appeal, my crib is real My wrist is real, you know that Richard Mille Hip hop grunge ni**a I make her cum quicker Then rock toe socks, yellow sponge ni**a I Tebow for hoes that eat hoes M-O-G's fo', me and my people The hoes love me, I'm on their TiVo I work their thighs, and their kegels Skateboard, I love Chanel Re-tweet me b*tch, I'm that Pharrell Chorus: First the love was there Then the paper came Then the haters came But we still rise above First the love was there Then the paper came Then the haters came But we still rise above Verse 3: Ya I hustle'n' muscle I never be muzzled, I'm a piece to a puzzle I'm Robert Towns And then my words jus on Hollywood shuffle My ni**a I move, move My motivation is move foo' I get up and does dudes I even lean on two things at once Multitask, and secret fast, and can give tats, and super pimpin' Has a Rollie, runs a business While I'm touring on your b*tches Doing features why watching a double feature ni**a I see you suffering from haterism Get that check I take nothing and make something There's no bricks when the hustle's running Ain't dealing with fakes Ain't f*cking with snakes They all in my face Until they got what it takes My ni**a I'm straight So don't reach out cuz I'm peaced out When I reached out there's no response Like knocking on an empty house Ya So I keep on while you peep on What I be on and your behind That's what karma's about Chorus: First the love was there Then the paper came Then the haters came But we still rise above First the love was there Then the paper came Then the haters came But we still rise above Outro: Man what the f*ck is wrong with these ni**as They rollin' up Let alone doing a song with these ni**as Claiming they rollin' to me They playin' These ni**as ain't really doin' what they sayin' Man what the f*ck is wrong with these ni**as They rollin' up Let alone doing a song with these ni**as Claiming they rollin' to me They playin' These ni**as ain't really doin' what they sayin'