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chuuwee - rise & grind lyrics

[hook x2]
rollin’ on the south side, makin’ my ends
real o.g., we ain’t playing pretend, nah
we all playin’ to win
if it’s a game then i’m a play it till the day that it end

[verse 1: chuuwee]
buddah won’t ever get me nothing i can’t handle
n-ggas always giving me beats i can’t vandle
till i dismantle, i spit like a champion
my sh-t on the shelf? nah, i sit on the mantle
got me hot as a candle, i be going commando
rambo, feeling like i’mma run out of ammo
days i never ate, not a can a campbell’s
now them light skinned runnas like tisha campbell and candice
and days get bright by night
i be laying in my bed with my goals in sight, just thinking
i came a long -ss way on the mic, syncing
now i’m kinda conversating with night
believe it or not, i’m living every day of my life
for real n-ggas, spit sharp, stay slaying the mic
we all rap but you n-ggas ain’t saying it right
i know them sucka n-ggas praying i die…

[hook]

[verse 2: dceased]
yeah, flew fast for a ticket, hoping to make ’em suffer
a murderous kinda battle ground
i told to keep it lit, bottled up for a minute
i ain’t afraid to lose a half a pound
black a better life, caught up my hustle with a feather white
holdin’ all they bluffs, got ’em bettin’ life
i’m slowing up on a pitch spree, hit ’em with a change up
and gotta show ’em heaven twice
i been wild for a minute
pumpin out a dollar, ain’t a customed to the b-tchin’
running all ahead of ’em, caught up buying a mission
a runner up with a bat, they feeling me cause i’m trippin’
20-oz boater, lean when i show up
long shot trigger pull, i love to hit ’em close up
gifted, i ain’t fronting, got a hustle that you close to
jumping over hurtle like i’m suppose to

[hook]

[verse 3: chuuwee]
i gotta clothing sponsored in canada
i told my man, i’m noddin’ south rapper since country grammar
d-mn part of my tone, i just feel like the man now
cause n-ggas coming at me with -ssistance and hand-outs
gotta stay on my own sh-t being a stand out
n-ggas will turn pac, fall in line with they pants down
standin on stages, full of a grand now
hear ’em all startin to chant now
i went from 2 years no cell phone
writing raps every morning, hoping one day maybe i can be well known
rocking the motha f-ckin bells in my sh-ll toes
forever the coldest n-gga i made h-ll froze
i used to burn cd’s to 4:30 in the morning
dreaming of being able to tour, now a n-gga on his second one
streaming, waiting for the best to come, feelin like nephilim

[hook]

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