Lyrics: Anerae Brown/Aaron D Yates/Adam Cherrington
Music: Anerae Brown/Aaron D Yates/Adam Cherrington
Arise, X-Raided
To a new beginning
New life
Hey, hey come disrespectful and get a melee
Feeling regretful a nigga may say
That the N9ne with the X go bit of Ye cray
If they don't give what they pay
We're not here to play play grave digger spray
Pray make'em really hit the a bad bay
In a grave they lay
Game of death and get a paid vacay
Wake up, wake up, stop the fake ****s
Like a sex doll, heck naw
It the bit like a vet when it's tech in a mess hall
I'ma bless y'all, but you niggas don't want me that tall
**** it let's crawl then I come up and run up the checks dawg
Then I'm fresh all at the Met Ball
In a bulletproof vest, I'ma best draw
Beat the beat up like I do to pudding
Stratus cloud is what is to the footing
Niggas swinging at the air like Cuba Gooding
But your arms are too short to box with G's
So you don't wanna be a opp to me
Cleverly I spite, mother****ers can't even see my shit even in a colonoscopy, so
Don't gimme no fake, don't gimme no false
Don't gimme no fraud, nah!
Don't gimme no hate, dont gimmie no hiss
Don't gimme no hype, blah
Don't gimme no phonk, no deceiving
Nor one of us leaving this evening
Don't gimme no simp
Don't gimme no soft
Don't gimme no shit nah!
They fear the ascension of the lyricists
So when we go up
They stay down nigga
A lot of us
Never wanna see a nigga shooting up beyond the clouds
They cannot adjust
So they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way
And clog us up
Try to really hold back everything my mouth say
I gotta buss, nigga never had to stratus fear about me
Who the **** let these niggas on the scene
Nightmares no dreams the screen
They extremely scheme, we region supreme
Ain't big as they seem, I've seen they streams
He won't wear the crown, but he ain't no king
They ain't in his genes, 'cause he ain't no G
Low wealth is lean, low self-esteem
Octagon or the rain, bet it ain't no thing
Wake up, wake up, time to make bucks
So generous, **** fake snakes, so slitherous
Various venomous vipers befriended us
Tried to show love but the hate was continuous
The whole relationship was very tenuous
Tries to lift'em up, but it was strenuous
They kept offending us
And now they hate X
I'm an original nigga, their apex
Their original niggas, they ape X
Willing to spray TEC's at those who hate Tech
High-tech like a Tesla
My nine atcha neck for my paycheck
I haven't ate yet
So hungry I'm outta here leaving the troposphere
Don't feel a drop of fear, just call me SpaceX
A lot of us
Never wanna see a nigga shooting up beyond the clouds
They cannot adjust
So they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way
And clog us up
Try to really hold back everything my mouth say
I gotta buss, nigga never had to stratus fear about me
Can't touch this like Hammer but I did not stammer
Watch your grammar please
Don't gimeme no stress, don't gimme no cess
Don't gimme no bammer weed
Don't gimme no fake, don't gimme no false
Don't gimme no fraud, nah!
Don't gimme no hate, dont gimmie no hiss
Don't gimme no hype, blah
Don't gimme no phonk, no deceiving
Nor one of us leaving this evening
Don't gimme no simp
Don't gimme no soft
Don't gimme no shit nah!