Rising Sun (feat. Èl Stampede)
Joey MonteGa
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F*ck I look like letting these labels employ me I quit my last job cause they couldn't afford me Fifteen, serving crack fiends, switched to the doggie And now I got these old hustlers running it for me My life, like a movie, shit you read in a story The romance, the heartbreak, it even gets gory The blood, sweat, the tears, the guts, the glory May all twelve of my peers be the judges before me Yeah, you wasn't there, shit, probably wouldn't know about it Gun like your mobile phone, never leave your home without it I'm in the park, where it's dark, and it's overcrowded Full moon out tonight, you can hear the wolves howling A prominent figure just like Joseph Stalin This what it sound like when your dough is piling And the game keep the hoes wiling Another comma, that's another column The lone peasant that acquired sovereign The nobleman where I'm from is solemn The blacksmith, I was Forged Solid You broke boys aint got four dollars I make four thousand in four hours Make a hard rock band out of soft powder This heavy metal, turn me up louder That ain't cocaine, that's clam chowder They trying to figure how to, what's the recipe I'm a different breed, another pedigree Thumbing through a check like, let me see, see Aye, yeah, I got the vision, they call it the mission Impossible until I start the mission I'm the unpredicted, the unforeseen, and the unforgiving Mathematician numbers climbing quick and cataclysmic Smash ya misses, passing riches with the la familia Don't got a deal, but I'm in love with street dollar bills Michael Jackson, zombie chills, just without the thrill Red jacket feels, my excellence is a package deal Yeah, they never saw it, they know I'm better for it My transformation now is better known as metamorphic They try to stab me in the back, but I'm a stegosaurus Shit, I'm bougie now, I get my goldilocks to check the porridge June, baby, for real, I'm on fire Outlier, Joey, you niggas missus, doubtfire Put out flyers, I'm finding ways to make money In your account's higher Oppenheimer flows, every single moment, they doubt sire Green Goblin, glider how I navigate through y'all desires Ignore the priors, I'm in a lab dishing out designer Weed and lyrics, you need to hear it, diamonds in the rough Sensitive to touch, but still not letting go or letting up I think I just figured out how they think of me The total opposite of what I am and meant to be My energy and frequency, I change them frequently Seamlessly, I'm so ahead of schedule, ain't no reaching me I started noticing the Judas having seats with me Then I start wrapping up my presence like beneath the tree Literally, I need to see loyalty instantly Itzumi me, the 93 boy with super wizardry The one with ghost tales and haunted mansion memories They sick of me, tryna pity me, but I'm Mr. T Do the job and bring back the mission brief Whatever I show is all you get to see The truth will always sit with me, Joey
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Written by: Calvon Stokes, Lloyd Simmons
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