They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

You in my freak dreams What the fuck right now? Would everybody start fuckin'? This that rap god shit nigga I rip every one of these motherfuckers down Aye, rah, rah, rah Close eyes, see things Fire up, tweaking

I only fuck with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one) I'm a motherfuckin' gang bangin' nightmare Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs

Come on baby Are you ready for the tweekend Forget about rehab The drugs are so advanced Its a mother fucking method It dont stop Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubled history Tommy seemed to know the difference

And I ain't gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore Oh lord, when it rains it pours Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong I was

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Boomerang my head Forever a Lake Effect kid Again and again I got a pocket full of deadliness Opium den mother forget my head At the dead-end called Unsteadiness Into the city I grew up in To the city I grew up in (into the city I grew up in) Again and

You are the end of everything This is the end of everything I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault I haven't slept since I woke up You are wrong, fucked, and overrated And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker Shallow skin, I can paint with

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in