[Intro — Spoken, vinyl crackle]

Fuck what you heard, man — this is the real shit. (Ad-libs: yeah, yeah, listen)

Lighter click, warm beer on the dashboard, neon breath on the glass.

[Verse 1]

Skid-mark streets, smoke taste on my tongue, midnight like an open scar,

Different faces, flashing cameras, every night tryin' to play a star.

Lips smell of whiskey, lighter sparks — the club a carnival of sin,

Thirty packs, hand to hand, slanging weight while the night grins.

County-colored jumpsuit dreams when the courthouse lights bleed cold,

Bench of hard wood, verdict murmurs, a life that feels on hold.

I hit my low with a lighter click and my thumb burned from the flame,

A voicemail from a mother — said son, get home, stop playin' the game.

[Pre-Chorus]

I went through all that bullshit & still I stand

I went through all that bullshit & still I stand

Hands up to the city sky, keep the ember in the hand

I went through all that bullshit & still I stand

[Chorus — Hook / Chant]

Real shit — real rise.

Real shit — real rise.

Real shit — real rise.

Real pain, real rise. (Ad-libs: keep goin', keep risin')

[Verse 2 — USER VERBATIM]

Fuck what you heard man this is the real shit listen look this aint your average everybody huddling we making classics everything matches thats fashion & thats teamwork we got you staring in the space like 3 per 30 milligram can you feel it man I went through all that bullshit & still I stand & now im a bigger man I aint gotta give a gram sell it up cause I give a damn but thats in the plan playbook got the whole team thinking touchdown to celebrate to give you that I dont give a fuck sound we made a bust now the score running up so now we taking our time cause we aint gotta rush got the whole world right in front of us stand up if you think we gonna bust it down no joke we dont choke we fun tll our soul broke & theres no hope bro no Im not drunk aint smoke yet we on the line but I aint scared of no cold threats no red unless its what you drinking godbless who ever think they ever mess with what we bringing & thats a message to you young kids players never win cause the team always run shit beast to the wall man we aint ever punt it we just some dumb trucks trying to get blunted bump it! with the windows down cause Im motherfucking stunting whole team down so now we rolling in bunches see you when Im round but you better come quick cause I run shit feel me Im a deal breaking kid who got a feel for the cake and even though Im living fresh so keep it real to the day got feels on the ground fish kneel to the ground whole team stay loud till im out now man you a motherfucking project I tried to teach his little minds about concept but I ain't reach him guess they took too many wrong steps it's like doing the right thing in congress you gon' stress loyalty I'm honest but don't take it too long like Moss did and get accosted jack frosted hes a real ass killer I'm Boston cut him on a gym class cause they stay dodging so I don't take loses