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Son Rise

Daniel Son
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Fuckin' time it is That Bibby Young shit I can show you how we do it 'round here I can show you how we do it I be the man of the hour All the wolves are starving, meal plans get devoured They got their hands out I got the hand with the power Grams of the powder Out in New England, mixing clams with the chowder Might throw 'em Just hit me on the hip, that be the business phone Rather break bread with the squad every bitchin' lung Ricochet hit the wall, then it chip the bong We gon' lock the top scorer down, switching thrones I got the cash and the skane Got the stashes for the fiends Used to outrun the 12 with the pack in my jeans Mastered the craft, now I add to the cream Rolling with the XD, switch the blast for a bang They roll the wave to be the new leader I see through the lies of the truth teacher Buckets mixing hand sanitizer, two liters I preserve it all the world, be the zookeeper And I can show you how we do it 'round here I can show you how we do it, uh-huh I fly to London for the tour Bury hundreds in the floor Got a lil' something, keep me running from the morgue Youngins hungry for the war That's why they running through your door Feel like dรฉjร  vu, feel like something from before Catfish in a coat, frying scallops in a boat They tryna see the vision, but that's a different scope They was talking all that good shit, catch 'em in a choke They couldn't stand the heat, they couldn't last up in the smoke Sharks in the water think it's sweet up on the land When we eating with our hands Throw the season in the pan Then we feed it to the fam Draw the leeches in the sand Young con man teaching secrets to the scam Students racing in the land Got patience with the plan When they come for me, I just pray that there's a jam Get up on the plane, try to make it to Japan Just off the vinyl, we done made a hundred grand And it's a blessing 'cause I know a hundred more soon New year, tryna see how much will run before it's on Middle fingers to the judge, fuck the courtroom That Brown Bag one How long you been flying your birds, sir? Been flying 'em about five years How does it make you feel when you see your birds up there? It makes me feel good How come? To learn, to know that I could train them, you know? 'Cause at first when I was starting to Train them, I used to lose the birds And now? Now I could train them, now I know how to teach them They always stay here, they never go nowhere They always stay in their home, they don't go no other place How do you feel looking down on Harlem Instead of being on the streets? I don't know, it's better to be on the roof Because on the street, it's too much trouble Too much, too many things going on in the street