Tha Rise

(album: Baby Bone - 2013)

Yuh, yuh

It's the rise of the '90s
Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they acting really grimy
Ratchet, crawling like maggots
Laughing 'cause we passing and dashing massive action
Titties flashing, asses clashing on my mattress
Hot like matches in the planet

Get rid of them haters up on in the coffin
I'm bossing and mobbing
Heart throbbing 'cause bitches be loving my style
Start dripping like wet and wild
Phase two coming at you
Mothafucka, watch what you do
I slide with my crew, we know what to do
Not fucking with you 'cause you a bitch

It's the rise of the '90s
Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they acting really grimy
Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho
'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes
Mothafucka be talking that shit but he know where he can find me
'Cause it's the rise, it's the rise of the '90s
Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they acting really grimy
Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho
'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes
Mothafucka be talking that shit but he know where he can find me
'Cause it's the rise, G

Now swallow and follow me down the road
Back in the day and I'm still bumping Bone
Back in the way, passing the obstacles, lick on my popsicle
Do the impossible, Pouya unstoppable
Amazing, the creations I've created with my words
Writing my lyrics and notes as I sit on the curb
Look in my eyes, I'm ready to die
But I may turn fly and look to the sky
I'm loving the game, you can't tell me nothing
I'm busting a nut on your cousin, quit fussing
I'm cussing, I don't give a fuckshit, bitch
Resting your bitch, don't fuck with a snitch
Tryna get rich, all of these haters be riding my mothafucking dick
I keep it simple, bang-bang-bang-bang, 10-4
Think I'm firm, cops slimy like worms
Get rid of 'em just like germs
I hope they learn money to be earned
Why are you dapping me? We are not homies
If you don't stop yapping, I'm gonna start snapping
Just like I am rapping, so shut your mouth, bitch

It's the rise of the '90s
Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they acting really grimy
Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho
'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes
Mothafucka be talking that shit but he know where he can find me
'Cause it's the rise, it's the rise of the '90s
Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they acting really grimy
Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho
'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes
Mothafucka be talking that shit but he know where he can find me
'Cause it's the rise, G