Verse 1
Blaming the man,
blaming the gods
nobody understands, you blaming the stars
blaming yourself, hating yourself
record exec blaming the sales,
fat man blaming the scale are you aiming to bail,
or aiming to rise ?
waiting to crawl away from it all or aiming to fly? wanna draw in sand, or paint in the sky? girl is your a** a six and a half, eight or a nine? then say it's a ten, then say it again I make music to feel free and for paying the rent I was blaming the rules, blaming the flu blaming my school then blaming the booze, probably blaming you too now your neighbors are blaming you for banging the beat I can't blame them really it's invading the streets caught for bank robbery, blame the d***ed lottery I take the blame for a lot of things but not modesty
Chorus
I got to rise up,
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
Verse 2
"Man I'd have a lot of loot if they didn't download" "and I need some auto-tune cus my record sound broke" "got a lot of obsticles, hard to get around though..." nothing is impossible, up for the next round so say it if you hate it but save it if you brownose play it or throw it away man but I'm proud though hate's a powerful thing, it brings you down bro hard to get ahead when moon-walking in sourdough I had it all well planned was king of the hill but it all fail bad was drinking my meals and missing a mil deal was tripping on pills feel like smacking the mailman for bringing the bills was blaming the rain and blaming the cold blaming the snow, blaming the yay, and blaming the yo it aint pretty but can't blame the city my eyes' on tomorrow I'm trying to stay witty
Chorus
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
Bridge
When it all seems impossible
let them know
what you gone do then rise or fall?
let them know
through the storm and the rain like aint a thing
let them know
against all odds I came to win, yeah, I came to win
Chorus
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
Blaming the man,
blaming the gods
nobody understands, you blaming the stars
blaming yourself, hating yourself
record exec blaming the sales,
fat man blaming the scale are you aiming to bail,
or aiming to rise ?
waiting to crawl away from it all or aiming to fly? wanna draw in sand, or paint in the sky? girl is your a** a six and a half, eight or a nine? then say it's a ten, then say it again I make music to feel free and for paying the rent I was blaming the rules, blaming the flu blaming my school then blaming the booze, probably blaming you too now your neighbors are blaming you for banging the beat I can't blame them really it's invading the streets caught for bank robbery, blame the d***ed lottery I take the blame for a lot of things but not modesty
Chorus
I got to rise up,
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
Verse 2
"Man I'd have a lot of loot if they didn't download" "and I need some auto-tune cus my record sound broke" "got a lot of obsticles, hard to get around though..." nothing is impossible, up for the next round so say it if you hate it but save it if you brownose play it or throw it away man but I'm proud though hate's a powerful thing, it brings you down bro hard to get ahead when moon-walking in sourdough I had it all well planned was king of the hill but it all fail bad was drinking my meals and missing a mil deal was tripping on pills feel like smacking the mailman for bringing the bills was blaming the rain and blaming the cold blaming the snow, blaming the yay, and blaming the yo it aint pretty but can't blame the city my eyes' on tomorrow I'm trying to stay witty
Chorus
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
Bridge
When it all seems impossible
let them know
what you gone do then rise or fall?
let them know
through the storm and the rain like aint a thing
let them know
against all odds I came to win, yeah, I came to win
Chorus
I got to rise up
I got to, you got to, we got to
get up, out, over yourself and get busy
get up, out, over yourself and get busy