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chi therealist - up (remix) lyrics

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 d+ck 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 vеrse is a flashlight
ya life is a hoax
you n+ggas act broke
you bеst cast right

n+ggas 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
n+gga
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 f+cked
realized l+st
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 f+cks
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 givin it up
like rod wave crowd surfin’ n+gga
n0body was liftin me up
and some clubhouse n+gga 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 k!ll
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 k!lled
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 k!lled
thought about poppin’ some pain pills
don’t n0body 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 d+mn deal

- chi therealist lyrics

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