J. COLE - Rise Above Lyrics

And you got to!
(Rise above, rise above)
She had a little daughter with her
It was cold out!
She said, "I hate this mother fucker, then she rode out!"
Ain't answering this phone, she asks what the fuck?
They told her daughter, "buckle up, yeah, that's for safety!"
See she be stressing lately
Cause this nigga she... been with for the past two years
Is now the current reason for her last few tears
She text him, no text back
When she see him, she be trying to sex him, he don't sex back
His heart be on jack black
She called, him don't call back
All he say is fall back!
Nigga just need a space, so she headed to his place
Cause she just got a call from a home boy grinding
Who said he be creeping, he be fucking with Yolanda
Yolanda, your girl Yolanda
Told you he ain't shit, but she ain't listen, I was tryina click
Hmmm, hung up that phone and hopped right up in that...
Headed to his crib, she said he fed her with this shit
Thought this time he was the one
Thought I got better at this shit
Picking out Mr. Right, sticking out to the fight
And long nights for what
These niggas is all alike
She gonna set it off,
Her daughter gonna witness it all tonight

Rise above, rise above
And you got to
Rise above, rise above

She said she just finished school, could barely pay tuition
Now she teaches 7th grade, tryna make a difference.
Hey, but the kids frustrate her,
Say that they don't listen
Her ass like that, how the fuck they supposed to pay attention?
I'm fucking with you, but for real, she say they hopeless
A class full of jokesters,
Creating all the obstacles,
Impossible to focus
Lil niggas barely read,
Trying to give them what they need
And they don't even try!
One little boy, he caught her eye
Cause he look just like her brother,
She be having to call his mother
But she act like she don't care
What father? He ain't here
Now she frustrated,
Thinking that she just made the mistake of her life
Underpaid, be having to waitress at night
Six years of college down the drain,
Drinking, trying drown her pain
Party with her girls, feeling sorry for the world
Cause ain't no hope for the youth, well ain't that the truth
When all your role models either rapping or they hoop,

Rise above, rise above
And you got to
Rise above, rise above

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