"Rise Above" lyrics
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
She had her little daughter with her, it was cold out
She said "ah, I hate this motherfucker," then she rolled out
He ain't answering his phone, she yells, "What the fuck?!"
Then told her daughter, "Buckle up. Yeah. That's for safety."
See she been stressin' lately
'Cause this nigga she done been with for the past two years
Is now the current reason for her last few tears
She text, he don't text back
When she see him she be tryna sex, he don't sex back
His heart be on jet black
She call, he don't call back, all he say is "Fall back"
Nigga just need his space, so she headed to his place
'Cause she just got a call from her homegirl Rhonda
Who said he be creepin', he been fuckin' with Yolanda
"Yolanda?" "Yeah, girl. Yolanda
Told you he ain't shit but you ain't listen, I was tryna–"
Click–hmm. Hung up that phone and hopped right up in that Honda
Headed to his crib, she said she fed up with this shit
"Thought this time this was the one. Thought I got better at this shit
Pickin' out Mr. Right
Stick it out through the fights
And long nights
For what? These niggas is all alike."
She gon' set it off, her daughter gon' witness it all tonight
Damn
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
She said she just finished school, could barely pay tuition
Now she teaches 7th grade, tryna make a difference
Aye, but the kids frustrate her, say that they don't listen
A ass like that, how the fuck they're supposed to pay attention?
I'm fuckin' with you, but for real, she say they're hopeless
A class full of jokesters, creatin' all the obstacles, impossible to focus
Little niggas barely read, tryna give them what they need
And they don't even try, one little boy, he caught her eye
'Cause he look just like her brother
She be havin' to call his mother
But she act like she don't care
What father? He ain't here
Now she frustrated, thinkin' that she just made the mistake of her life
Underpaid, be havin' to waitress at night
Six years of college down the drain, drinkin', tryna drown her pain
Party with her girls, feeling sorry for the world
'Cause ain't no hope for the youth, well ain't that the truth
When all your role models either rappin' or they hoop, damn
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
She had her little daughter with her, it was cold out
She said "ah, I hate this motherfucker," then she rolled out
He ain't answering his phone, she yells, "What the fuck?!"
Then told her daughter, "Buckle up. Yeah. That's for safety."
See she been stressin' lately
'Cause this nigga she done been with for the past two years
Is now the current reason for her last few tears
She text, he don't text back
When she see him she be tryna sex, he don't sex back
His heart be on jet black
She call, he don't call back, all he say is "Fall back"
Nigga just need his space, so she headed to his place
'Cause she just got a call from her homegirl Rhonda
Who said he be creepin', he been fuckin' with Yolanda
"Yolanda?" "Yeah, girl. Yolanda
Told you he ain't shit but you ain't listen, I was tryna–"
Click–hmm. Hung up that phone and hopped right up in that Honda
Headed to his crib, she said she fed up with this shit
"Thought this time this was the one. Thought I got better at this shit
Pickin' out Mr. Right
Stick it out through the fights
And long nights
For what? These niggas is all alike."
She gon' set it off, her daughter gon' witness it all tonight
Damn
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
She said she just finished school, could barely pay tuition
Now she teaches 7th grade, tryna make a difference
Aye, but the kids frustrate her, say that they don't listen
A ass like that, how the fuck they're supposed to pay attention?
I'm fuckin' with you, but for real, she say they're hopeless
A class full of jokesters, creatin' all the obstacles, impossible to focus
Little niggas barely read, tryna give them what they need
And they don't even try, one little boy, he caught her eye
'Cause he look just like her brother
She be havin' to call his mother
But she act like she don't care
What father? He ain't here
Now she frustrated, thinkin' that she just made the mistake of her life
Underpaid, be havin' to waitress at night
Six years of college down the drain, drinkin', tryna drown her pain
Party with her girls, feeling sorry for the world
'Cause ain't no hope for the youth, well ain't that the truth
When all your role models either rappin' or they hoop, damn
Rise above, rise above
And you've got to
Rise above, rise above
Thanks to Kikyo for adding these lyrics.
