The Rising Lyrics - Action Bronson

Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it 

And then I ordered it 

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Don't say a word to me 

You already committed perjury 

A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that 

You know better, you better save that 

Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by your professional 

Strictly business, nothin' sexual 

Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional 

You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles 

I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come out 

But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs 

Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent 

To that S600 in amazement 

My time gon' come, I'm headed to the top 

Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight 

You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night 

Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night 

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This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain 

With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain 

Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed 

Different, different colored linens on my leg 

My mother said I better win or else she'll fuck me up 

Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut 

Since I was young I had the husky gut 

But I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist 

Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart 

Bitch this is fine art, I guess my shine on 

You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on 

You drive a Scion, you ain't ridin', dog 

Me, I'm cell built, grab your chest 

Still get hit with right hands from left field 

My life is a kaleidoscope 

She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope 

I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down 

You should have been known who the fuck this was, just by my fuckin' tongue. Big fuckin' Body Bes. You know I'm all over everything now. You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope, out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You know me, I go home and change up. I get fresh to fight. Just caught a new fuckin' case. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer. He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. I'll make that go away. Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup. Anything you want. Crown Fried on me, 1 through 6 only. I know your type though, the type of mothafucka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death and you there for smokin' weed. Piece of shit, get the fuck outta here