Rap Up 2020
Uncle Murda
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Definitely did take a long time 2020 been a sad year Wasn't gon' even do this But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin' on The homie Great John on the beat, by the way Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now (Great John on the beat, by the way) I'ma fan Heavenly Father but right now I'm booing you What did Kobe, Gigi and them other passengers do to you? (What they do?) My condolences at this time is all I could offer Kobe got me out here spendin' more time with my daughter (he do) Takin' Kobe from us had the whole world stressed You coulda took a average player, not one of the best Somebody like Lamar Odom or Delonte West (ah) I'm just playin', but I'm sayin', we woulda missed them less (God bless) I'm convinced God don't got the answers First you take the Black Mamba from us, then the Black Panther (damn) F*ck 2020, this whole year started off wack Best part of the year's here and that's hearin' me rap (you want it) Hearin' me rap that straight up, 2020's a dub, nigga Atlanta the only spot that ain't shut down they clubs, nigga (Lord) Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did) Is it real? Is it fake? I don't know, I know shit sad People dyin' from it off some shit that they been had They said Trump had it but I think he was fakin' it They got a vaccine now but I still ain't takin' it (God) We all saw that nurse who passed out from that shit Live on TV, miss me with that funny shit I don't trust the government, they chasin' that fuckin' bag Whole coronavirus shit feel like a money grab They tryna get paid, virus is man-made They actin' like this shit worser than cancer and AIDS (than cancer) Kids can't got to school, people can't go to work Strip clubs closed, bitches ain't got nowhere to twerk (nah) Now they lookin' for sponsors, so I'm tellin' chicks, "I'm broke" That was prop money on the 'Gram, Kodak Black joke (I ain't got it) I'm not a big fan of this next line I wrote I hate the fact I gotta say, "Rest in peace to Pop Smoke" (damn) The good die young, it really wasn't his time Him bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio (woo) They play Pop so much it feel like he still here Got us woo walkin', wearin' Dior just to be clear (facts) COVID-19 shit got Fred The Godson One of the few emcees you could really get bars from He represented real rap from real New Yorkers My condolences to your wife and your two daughters Kings killin' kings and it's bein' filmed on camera Hated seein' niggas killing King Von in Atlanta (wack) Megan sayin' Tory shot her, he sayin' she cappin' The people that was in the truck with them told what happened (they told me) He wanted that wet-ass pussy, she ain't give him none She hurt Tory ego and that's when he pulled out a gun Then she tried to leave and that's when he start clappin' I made that whole shit up but that sound like what really happened If he really did shoot her, that was some lame shit She snitchin' now but she a girl so it ain't the same shit (yeah) We ain't lookin' at her like how we look at 6ix9ine Lookin' at Tory like he played himself, f*ck was on his mind? (What up?) That bullet ain't faze her, her leg ain't even hurtin' A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody) Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say? Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith pussy away (she did what?) Tried to call it an entanglement so it don't sound like nothin' No, it's called cheatin', Jada, you and August was fuckin' (God) Got Will Smith out here lookin' like a whole sucker Wonder how Jaden and Willow feel about they mother (damn) F*ck that Red Table, let's discuss some other shit I wonder if Will asked Jada, did she suck his dick? (woah) Now he questionin' how you and 'Pac was out here movin' He was lookin' stressed at the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air reunion (he was) Actin' like he give a f*ck 'bout how Aunt Viv feel He probably think that she difficult to work with still (haha, sheesh) Cardi B filed for divorce You know how her and Offset do, they back together, of course (stop playin') Dr. Dre wife tried to get two mill' a month I know Dre happy that she signed that prenup Dre my nigga, his business all in the street (all in the street) How much of that man money she tryna keep? She wasn't with him in the studio makin' them beats Bitch, you wasn't with me in the studio makin' them beats (woo) Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give ya a thousand dollars Boosie was bein' too thirsty, I'm just bein' honest (he was) If doin' too much was a person They deleted his account, now his shit ain't workin' (damn) Instagram missin' you, the Internet f*ck with you In that interview with Mike Tyson, you looked uncomfortable For talkin' 'bout Dwyane Wade's son, he was pressin' you He was askin' you if you was gay, he was disrespectin' you Never seen Boosie Badazz talkin' so polite (never) He ain't want no smoke with that nigga Iron Mike (uh-uh) Woulda looked like Nate Robinson if Mike Tyson hit him Rest in peace to the homie Mo3 who there with him (damn) Couple days after Mo3 died, Boosie got shot Them Dallas niggas thought Boosie was tryna spin the block (skrrt) That nigga Akon was out here trippin' Tryna explain and justify 6ix9ine snitchin' I'm locked up, they won't let me out, we felt that He tried to remix that old-ass record with a rat (you played yourself) All these rappers gettin' shot, not one bullet hit Tekashi They really let that nigga out early and kept Bobby (free Rowdy) Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop I really entertain y'all with all this shit I pop (I do, right?) Every year 'round the same time, y'all check for me (ah) They like how I disrespect niggas respectfully (true) Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened But y'all don't care (y'all don't care) Y'all still want me to talk about this shit every year (every year) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (I just don't wanna stop, crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy Jeezy shouldn't have battled Gucci Knowin' he was gon' rap about killin' his homie Pookie (woo) I get it but f*ck all that culture shit Disrespect my dead homie, I'm poppin' off, battle over with Try to shoot the nigga up, cut the nigga, at least fuckin' fight Niggas talk about smokin' on Pookie Loc tonight (facts) One of the most disrespectful things that I ever seen Gucci ignorant but remind me of me when I was seventeen (he do) Niggas on the streets sayin', "Jeezy lost it" That was some sucker shit, he movin' too corporate (damn) I ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't) Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him hurt Watchin' you perform with the nigga that put him in the dirt He prolly got some other issues, leave Jeezy alone Big Meech brother Southwest T just came home Let's talk about some shit that got the people upset Cops that killed Breonna Taylor ain't get arrested yet Attorney General Daniel Cameron fucked us all up Them cops that killed Breonna got charged with shootin' the wall up I repeat, Daniel Cameron is a sell-out He in a sunken place, like that movie, can't Get Out Defund the police, Obama said he don't believe in that In the country where you can't even jog while bein' black (I'm disappointed) Rest in peace to Ahmaud Arbery An ex-cop killed him thinkin' he committed a robbery George Floyd gettin' murdered was on the Internet For eight minutes straight that cop had his knee on his neck The whole world came together and protested They ain't convict him yet but at least they did get arrested (woo) Unity was real, government start gettin' scared We was marchin' like the coronavirus disappeared White people was out here screamin', "Black Lives Matter" And honestly I think that was makin' the police madder (they scared) Ignore Donald Trump, they was talkin' bout Louis Nothin' 'bout the knee on the neck
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