J. COLE - Rise Above lyrics

rate me

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

Damn!

Hook:

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,

Damn!

Hook:

Rise above, rise above

And you got to

Rise above, rise above