[Bas, The Hics] Still I rise, still I rise Still I rise, still
[Bas]
Been hearin´ a lot of Too High to Riot They study me like recitals I´m flattered, I am an idol That mean I am inspirin´ growth, I am beside myself Spirit is lift from the host Nigga, this isn´t a boast, I have been given the most Go through my body of work (Mmm) That´s a lot of hours, fears, pride, insomnia workin´ That´s true, they might see the dirt true, they gon´ see the work too Don´t forget to look up at the stars, my boy Niggas washed, I can help you with them bars, my boy Just hit up OakShades, send the check, heard? I´m the best out, wanna be the best heard
Put my life in a song, tryna get heard Just to die a hundred times like Westworld, damn
[Bas, The Hics] I got my city on my shoulders (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) Don´t want no pity, I´m a soldier (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) I got my city on my shoulders I gotta work, work, work Don´t want no pity, I´m a soldier I gotta work, work... Still I rise, still I rise Still I rise, still
[Bas] And kickin´ down doors when they hold keys And put ´em in places we won´t reach
Weak niggas fallin´ for the okie ´Cause there ain´t no place that we won´t reach Hate your own skin and put on bleach Hard not to feel pity for those people Heavy the world with its bold evils I wish you could unsee I look at the magazine cover But they don´t have this color Would you still call me a thug if I ain´t have this color? That shit rhetorical, boy, please Lesson we learned from like Rhodesia ´Cause black in this world never known peace Closest we came was a cold breeze on a plantation For the OGs, we demand payment Fuck the police, get no damn statement Lawyer money in my bank statement, yeah Hangin´ with killers, parolees
I told ´em, I got ´em, I got ´em I heard the top can get lonely So is the bottom, no problem, yeah
[Bas, The Hics] I got my city on my shoulders (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) Don´t want no pity, I´m a soldier (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) I got my city on my shoulders I gotta work, work, work Don´t want no pity, I´m a soldier I gotta work, work... Still I rise, still I rise Still I rise, still