Up (Remix)
Chi TheRealist
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What now BBM on the touchdown Wrote this down bad but now I'm up now Ain't got enough ends for a bust down Couldn't even get no sleep cuz of gun sounds Everybody in the Roc get the rundown Got me thinkin' bout Ly'Saun gettin' gunned down I'm just tryna make the city put the guns down Everybody like facts Chi you rap right And act Right I'm that guy Savage on a track And still fighting for my black life They be like "he a fat dike" This dick ain't no strap Yikes Toxic women don't deserve no husband I know that's right! That was a gaslight I'll probably get chastised They calling me trash right But we all the same bag type When I'm feelin' low I shine with the flow This verse is a flashlight Ya life is a hoax You niggas act broke You best cast right Niggas worried bout competition I'm out tryna sign petitions Get rid of the cop position Revolutionary clock is tickin' Average murder from a cop is sickenin' I may have to cop a smithin' Why does cop sound like opposition? Why they act like they in God's position Tit tat they wanted war well this that Time to turn the trauma into tandem And teach truth that they don't want Nigga This that TheRealist I don't type trash you trippin' Time to take our streams to Tidal And scream f*ck a Donald Trump I ain't up I feel ugh In a rut Bottled up Celibate but I been fucked Realized lust Was a crutch When I'm stuck I need guts Or concussed Till I cuss My life is just A film that sucks My wrist almost had directors cuts Know I go nuts They hope I bust Bro looked like "brah" And I said "what" He looked disgust "That line was sus" I said so what In love I trust I give no fucks No phobias If you can't adjust Then you look sus And he just cussed That friendships dust Attitude stunk I don't do must Depression just struck son I thought about giving it up Like Rod Wave crowd surfin' nigga Nobody was liftin me up And some clubhouse nigga scammed me And I though about sending it up But my job on catholic priest Cuz I will get somebody touched And till I find a rapper that I can't kill I can just stand still I'm comfortable walking in shoes Ya little feet can't fill Take shots if you clap back Spit a 16 that'll get you and ya mans killed Booth is where you lay ya trash at Ain't gon waste time on a landfill Sick of just payin' bills Eatin' the same meals All of my dreams killed Thought about poppin' some pain pills Don't nobody know how this pain feels I feel ashamed still I'd rather be lame Then front for the fame I'm bout to go hop on a train Someone tell J to give me a damn deal
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