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Risen From Ashes

Hip-Hop/Rap

Risen From Ashes adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak JEVIPESCI PRODUCTIONS tarafından 28 Kasım 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıU Have 2 Die 2 Leave Here

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümU Have 2 Die 2 Leave Here

Çıkış Tarihi28 Kasım 2025

FirmaJEVIPESCI PRODUCTIONS

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM125

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kenneth Andrew Roberts

Kenneth Andrew Roberts

Rap

Bryon McCane

Rap

Steven Howse

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenneth Andrew Roberts

Kenneth Andrew Roberts

Songwriter

Bryon McCane

Songwriter

Steven Howse

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kenneth Andrew Roberts

Kenneth Andrew Roberts

Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Risen from ashes, shit I been had a disc on the racks

Before Iggy, Nicky, and Drizzy was rappin

Biggie had passed

In Philly was Willie, the city went mad

Then Gilly with Figgaz, in Swizzy with Cass

In Twista and Bizzy was simply the fastest

Mystical, Silk and, no limit, with master

Killa had diplomats, Jimmy and Max

When 50 was dissing, the industry acts

And Jigga was king, every single a smash

The difference, we didn't have digital tablets

Videographics, LinkedIn or Twitter, no Vimeo apps

We did it with passion, wishin' to bring it back, didn't imagine

Sitting' in prison, got rid of my habits

Sinister past, to criminal status

Chillin' on aves, to primitive captive

Thinking' I'm different in similar fabrics

Discipline, lifting' the minutes are passing

Infinite sadness, driven to madness

Syllabus filled in with militant tactics

Visions of killing' the snitches who ratted

Dig em' no ditches, just dip em in acid

Gripping' the pistol, initials of Magnum

Finger is slipping, the trigger is blasting

Ripping' your tissue to splinters and fragments

Flinching' you history, missing' in action

Innocent victims, I'll give em' benighted

Pretty, not pretty like Grizzly Adams

Get cinematic quit, I'm a savage

Hint the equivalent pit to a mastiff

Strictly official, no whistles or badges

Ink in my skin, a traditional hazard

Shit you done did, we done did it on average

Pimpin, been pimpin' since Williams and Katt and

Pink Cadillacs, the hilfiger jackets

Winter in cinnamon, Timberland fashion

Chick is the baddest

Chillin' and kickin' it, living it lavish

Shit is established, bitch, I'm the maverick

Sicker than syphilis, til in' the casket

It ain't gon' stop, it ain't gon' stop Good game, I'ma chop, good job, I'ma chop, chop

Little boys, little girls, all the diamonds and the pearls

And the world never gets you to the finish line

You wanna flex, better give it time, get a grind

Rich is fine, but you still need a bit of smine

Can't be runnin' round flyin' for the takin

****, they be plottin' on the money that you makin

Praise God, stand firm, show patience All money ain't good, rebuke Satan

Everybody wanna run it up They don't wanna do the work, they wanna run

Em' up They don't wanna learn skills, they don't

Put no luck Screamin' out, pour me, nobody give a fuck

So if you want my advice, you better get mad twice

You better do your thing, cause the whole world watchin

All eyes on me, got my eyes on the prize Tryna live a good life, yeah, that's just a

Trap to the top, from the bottom to the top Never put me in the bottom, never put me in

The bottom We know they're on the clock, we know they're

On the clock Gotta stay on line, gotta stay on line

Don't wait for no block, don't wait for no block

Got the whole world shot, got the whole world shot

Since it ain't gon' stop, since it ain't gon' stop

Good game, I'ma chop, good job, I'ma chop, chop

Me and my's remain on

Every day I'm droppin' cues to game

God's been good to me, this, this is what I'm bout to do

Can get you in that conversation, cause I got a lot to prove

Leave me with that money, make it motivation, chop and screw

I will never forget the look on their faces

One way to them, their faces dropped

All their courage and strength was drained right from their bodies

They had a reputation for breaking up doors

But they knew that engine, they made a fear don't speak

On that loop, sippin' on gin and hold the juice

I'm on the roof, doin' doughnuts in a coupe

It's new, throwin' up deuce again

I guess I'm used to winnin' double back

You know the riches and the treaches

**** be scared of **** vicious

Busy out of his mind, the clock's got switches

He's stubborn and I got a pocket full of wishes

Blowin' pussy, pillows and pillows and cleanin' dirty dishes

Always been about these motherfuckers in my business

They gon' try to take advantage of a **** for their riches

With a lot of the money, I get a gun and pull the triggers

But it's all about that money, I'ma give it to the cops

When they gots and they gave me perverses

I speak in a deal, ****, pick out your purses

I fuck with a statue, they want it, they're workin

When **** get tatsy, a bottle come hurlin

I'm usually stuck in the gym, shoppin' in my sport

Ain't no assistance with my pen

I'ma pick my walls, I'ma pick my crib

I'ma open these doors, some **** can get in

Diggin' bastards in Dubai, don't wiggle in the riches

Got a brand new Lam' just sittin' in the bucket

Dreams got a hit list, none of them rappers

Take all their records and they get this ticket

Wanted to ride without a ticket

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers

I got a better record to crib

**** ain't really doin' nothin' that's positive

When I talk about my rhythm, never thought of it

So proud of it, I beat without a reason

I'm a G, they don't know what they doin

If you lookin' at it, I'ma get it

Thinkin' like an hour, workin' book of magic

Every time they try it, I'ma strike it

Like a fucker, matches everybody find

Now they lookin' like they don't know what they sign

Don't know what they sign, don't know what they sign

And this bitch tryna find a way to be mad at Bryon

Get into a line, I don't give a you know what

I'm finna pull out the musket

And I'm gonna miss everybody I fuck with

Stay ruggish, never get stuck

In a place where people you can't trust with

Get outta here, get outta here

Hey, c'mon, c'mon boss

Leave him there like the dogs they are

Written by: Bryon McCane, Kenneth Andrew Roberts, Steven Howse

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