Smoke From Fire (with The Hics)
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๐ Lyrics
Still I rise, still I rise
Still I rise, still
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 has lifted 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
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
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
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
Still I rise, still
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 has lifted 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
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
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.95] Still I rise, still I rise
[00:21.15] Still I rise, still
[00:25.98] Been hearin' a lot of Too High to Riot
[00:27.42] They study me like recitals
[00:29.02] I'm flattered, I am an idol
[00:30.83] That mean I am inspirin' growth, I am beside myself
[00:32.78] Spirit has lifted the host
[00:34.14] Nigga, this isn't a boast, I have been given the most
[00:35.90] Go through my body of work (mmm)
[00:36.82] That's a lot of hours, fears, pride, insomnia workin'
[00:39.33] That's true, they might see the dirt, true, they gon' see the work too
[00:42.28] Don't forget to look up at the stars, my boy
[00:43.87] Niggas washed, I can help you with them bars, my boy
[00:45.85] Just hit up OakShades, send the check, heard?
[00:47.29] I'm the best out, wanna be the best heard
[00:48.63] Put my life in a song, tryna get heard
[00:50.47] Just to die a hundred times like Westworld, damn
[00:53.76] I got my city on my shoulders (oh)
[00:56.75] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[01:00.03] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier (oh)
[01:03.25] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[01:06.45] I got my city on my shoulders
[01:09.50] I gotta work, work, work
[01:12.86] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier
[01:16.17] I gotta work, work...
[01:19.72] Still I rise, still I rise
[01:26.18] Still I rise, still
[01:30.75] And kickin' down doors when they hold keys
[01:32.61] And put 'em in places we won't reach
[01:34.33] Weak niggas fallin' for the okie
[01:35.71] 'Cause there ain't no place that we won't reach
[01:37.37] Hate your own skin and put on bleach
[01:38.79] Hard not to feel pity for those people
[01:40.69] Heavy the world with its bold evils
[01:42.49] I wish you could unsee
[01:44.02] I look at the magazine cover
[01:45.83] But they don't have this color
[01:47.18] Would you still call me a thug if I ain't have this color?
[01:50.65] That shit rhetorical, boy, please
[01:52.24] Lesson we learned from like Rhodesia
[01:53.60] 'Cause black in this world never known peace
[01:55.69] Closest we came was a cold breeze on a plantation
[01:57.72] For the OGs, we demand payment
[01:59.18] Fuck the police, get no damn statement
[02:01.05] Lawyer money in my bank statement, yeah
[02:03.62] Hangin' with killers, parolees
[02:05.11] I told 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
[02:06.72] I heard the top can get lonely
[02:08.19] So is the bottom, no problem, yeah
[02:11.47] I got my city on my shoulders (oh)
[02:14.65] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[02:17.95] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier (oh)
[02:21.11] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[02:24.55] I got my city on my shoulders
[02:27.61] I gotta work, work, work
[02:30.99] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier
[02:34.16] I gotta work, work
[02:37.78] Still I rise, still I rise
[02:44.04] Still I rise, still
[02:47.71]
[00:21.15] Still I rise, still
[00:25.98] Been hearin' a lot of Too High to Riot
[00:27.42] They study me like recitals
[00:29.02] I'm flattered, I am an idol
[00:30.83] That mean I am inspirin' growth, I am beside myself
[00:32.78] Spirit has lifted the host
[00:34.14] Nigga, this isn't a boast, I have been given the most
[00:35.90] Go through my body of work (mmm)
[00:36.82] That's a lot of hours, fears, pride, insomnia workin'
[00:39.33] That's true, they might see the dirt, true, they gon' see the work too
[00:42.28] Don't forget to look up at the stars, my boy
[00:43.87] Niggas washed, I can help you with them bars, my boy
[00:45.85] Just hit up OakShades, send the check, heard?
[00:47.29] I'm the best out, wanna be the best heard
[00:48.63] Put my life in a song, tryna get heard
[00:50.47] Just to die a hundred times like Westworld, damn
[00:53.76] I got my city on my shoulders (oh)
[00:56.75] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[01:00.03] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier (oh)
[01:03.25] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[01:06.45] I got my city on my shoulders
[01:09.50] I gotta work, work, work
[01:12.86] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier
[01:16.17] I gotta work, work...
[01:19.72] Still I rise, still I rise
[01:26.18] Still I rise, still
[01:30.75] And kickin' down doors when they hold keys
[01:32.61] And put 'em in places we won't reach
[01:34.33] Weak niggas fallin' for the okie
[01:35.71] 'Cause there ain't no place that we won't reach
[01:37.37] Hate your own skin and put on bleach
[01:38.79] Hard not to feel pity for those people
[01:40.69] Heavy the world with its bold evils
[01:42.49] I wish you could unsee
[01:44.02] I look at the magazine cover
[01:45.83] But they don't have this color
[01:47.18] Would you still call me a thug if I ain't have this color?
[01:50.65] That shit rhetorical, boy, please
[01:52.24] Lesson we learned from like Rhodesia
[01:53.60] 'Cause black in this world never known peace
[01:55.69] Closest we came was a cold breeze on a plantation
[01:57.72] For the OGs, we demand payment
[01:59.18] Fuck the police, get no damn statement
[02:01.05] Lawyer money in my bank statement, yeah
[02:03.62] Hangin' with killers, parolees
[02:05.11] I told 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
[02:06.72] I heard the top can get lonely
[02:08.19] So is the bottom, no problem, yeah
[02:11.47] I got my city on my shoulders (oh)
[02:14.65] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[02:17.95] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier (oh)
[02:21.11] I gotta work, work, work (oh)
[02:24.55] I got my city on my shoulders
[02:27.61] I gotta work, work, work
[02:30.99] Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier
[02:34.16] I gotta work, work
[02:37.78] Still I rise, still I rise
[02:44.04] Still I rise, still
[02:47.71]