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tyson sybateli - chauncy ii lyrics

[verse 1: mass the difference]
(yeah, ayy)
living a dangerous life, follow my dreams
a part of me just can’t get it right, know how it seems
look how these n+ggas are, faker than asians
i’ll never fake a bar, you cappin’
do it with patience, that’s how you make a star
it’s no tar road in my shoe scuff, watch the path
i come from where the drugs will have you chewed up, this thing is sad
it’s where the bees is always buzzing this sting is bad
come from where the glasses always tinkle, man, it’s breaking bad
somebody answer me
this time i’m f+ckin up the game, ain’t no more chastity
thе devil’s coming after me, hе wanna strike a deal
and he know i will
he knows i wanna make it and influence all the ones, it’s real (yeah)
but then i’m only, a fraction of my homies
the only one that made it, don’t sell me things that i don’t need
and if i could, they’d make it out the kasi
don’t hesitate to tell me it’s all the time that they got me
[verse 2: imp tha don]
started this with the pad and the ink sh+t
the boy fire, all i need is a pinkslip
slave mentality when i dream all i see is whips
bars like felonies it’s a crime if you stream this
roll the dice i need my chips with some cream dip
i’m sam rothstein, i pull up in my dream whip
half the sh+t i got, i got it ’cause i dream big
don’t you ask me ’bout no n+ggas i ain’t seen with
too many r+i+p’s, that show me that the time has flown
i need to show you who i am before my time is gone
i’m living in the song, so i make the time move slow
i’m the chosen one as far as rhyming goes, uh
hand picked by the lord himself
he told me, “spit that sh+t and make sure it’s felt”
so homie, it don’t matter what cards you dealt
what really matters is the knowledge of self

[verse 3: tyson sybateli]
listen
rainbow nation baby, this is nelson mandela’s work
ask nelly, my only country was grammer
b+tch i’m gifted with words
a grammy i deserve
laundry day to wash the earth and rinse away all the dirt
when eve came, the apple fell far for the family trees sake
she skipping school and skipping on terminals
flights out to cape town to run from what’s hurting you
and your sister looks up to you
and friends boyfriends tryna f+ck with you
you face the mirror knowing you don’t trust in you
spiders in the corner of my room
i been living these lil twenty something years with all your rules
my friends gone but not forgotten
how you let somebody else’s b+tch become your problem?
that is not pimping
internet success but broke, that is not living
those jordans all fake, so don’t aspire to mingle
or fit in with these half baked summer time chris cringles
’cause it’s just a bunch of hoes getting gifted claiming you bitter
when you asked ’em if they rich then why don’t they spoil those who with ’em?
my b+tch bad like coronavirus
homie it’s a pandemic y’all broke, why the h+ll you lyin’?
[verse 4: wordz]
product of a praying mother
thoughts of my distant father
wonder why he didn’t bother
never mind, my shiit in order
never mind, might be a lawyer
never mind, might be a rapper
i am not a joke, not leon nor jimmy fallon
corona made us bury y’all in closed casket
four am, said a little prayer like aretha franklin
they tryna take advantage, i won’t let that happen
took my word for granted when i warned them
like it’s noah rapping
forgot that handshake like it never happened
it was just a pity such greatness had to end tragic
even distribution is the law of balance
i just want the peace, let the pain vanish
we could all have it
we could all have it

- tyson sybateli lyrics

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