Chuuwee – Rise & Grind lyrics

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Rollin' on the south side, makin' my ends
Real O.G., we ain't playing pretend, nah
We all playin' to win
If it's a game then I'm a play it till the day that it end

[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Buddah won't ever get me nothing I can't handle
Niggas always giving me beats I can't vandle
Till I dismantle, I spit like a champion
My shit on the shelf? Nah, I sit on the mantle
Got me hot as a candle, I be going commando
Rambo, feeling like I'mma run out of ammo
Days I never ate, not a can a Campbell's
Now them light skinned runnas like Tisha Campbell and Candice
And days get bright by night
I be laying in my bed with my goals in sight, just thinking
I came a long ass way on the mic, syncing
Now I'm kinda conversating with Night
Believe it or not, I'm living every day of my life
For real niggas, spit sharp, stay slaying the mic
We all rap but you niggas ain't saying it right
I know them sucka niggas praying I die...

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[Verse 2: Dceased]
Yeah, flew fast for a ticket, hoping to make 'em suffer
A murderous kinda battle ground
I told to keep it lit, bottled up for a minute
I ain't afraid to lose a half a pound
Black a better life, caught up my hustle with a feather white
Holdin' all they bluffs, got 'em bettin' life
I'm slowing up on a pitch spree, hit 'em with a change up
And gotta show 'em heaven twice
I been wild for a minute
Pumpin out a dollar, ain't a customed to the bitchin'
Running all ahead of 'em, caught up buying a mission
A runner up with a bat, they feeling me cause I'm trippin'
20-Oz Boater, lean when I show up
Long shot trigger pull, I love to hit 'em close up
Gifted, I ain't fronting, got a hustle that you close to
Jumping over hurtle like I'm suppose to

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[Verse 3: Chuuwee]
I gotta clothing sponsored in Canada
I told my man, I'm noddin' south rapper since Country Grammar
Damn part of my tone, I just feel like the man now
Cause niggas coming at me with assistance and hand-outs
Gotta stay on my own shit being a stand out
Niggas will turn Pac, fall in line with they pants down
Standin on stages, full of a grand now
Hear 'em all startin to chant now
I went from 2 years no cell phone
Writing raps every morning, hoping one day maybe I can be well known
Rocking the motha fuckin bells in my shell toes
Forever the coldest nigga i made hell froze
I used to burn CD's to 4:30 in the morning
Dreaming of being able to tour, now a nigga on his second one
Streaming, waiting for the best to come, feelin like Nephilim

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