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urltv - real sikh vs. stumbles lyrics

[round 1: real sikh]
atl what up?

[crowd]
what up!

[real sikh]
he said he on his way to a hunnid k, lemme see who i got booked
heard my name, looked away, and knew his chances was all cook
if you wanna get past this first round, this ain’t the match that you want pushed
makes sense his name “stumbles”: he started off on the wrong foot
boy, boy, b_tch
i got classics they still debate
caskets, i k!lled some greats
i used to be a n0body like you, now i walk in and the building shake
here’s advice: don’t feel the hate
you seen kendrick’s video? when you show ‘em heart, you’ll change to a familiar face
usually i shoot, for you? i don’t need no guns
mayweather smooth: 1_2, his eye close shut
tried to dip move _boomp boomp_ his head and toes touch
then i caught stumbles like “whoo, that was a close one”
he hopin’ for a headshot, that mission is dead
my intuition is quick, i could listen to lead
the minute the trigger finna cl!ck, i dip to the left
you crazy if you think you gettin’ sikh (sick) in the head
i sleep wit’ a glock, they told me to give it a rest
johnny depp wife: i keep that sh_t on the bed
whaaaaat

johnny depp wife: i keep that sh_t on the bed
handgun, he starin’ at my clip
like d_mn son, where did ya find this?
i got it for the stare down
shot it, made his head bow
thought the clip had nada, pop it and he scared now
prolly put him airbound
this is loaded, stumbles; harlem hospital givin’ beds out
goats on my line and sh_t
told me start linin’ sh_t
surf said “go, amg mode”, now i’m drivin’ it
got the chance to talk to brizz
got the

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

surf said “go, amg mode”, now i’m drivin’ it
got the chance to talk to brizz
then got a call from the dinininon, he gave me advice; these are hollow tips
i don’t miss

he don’t do that, bruh
why is he up here?
i don’t miss
mac_10 wit’ precision
ya cardiac isn’t relaxed, it’ll be trippin’
medical staff sprint to react quick, ‘cause they think you need a sudden change of heart like last_minute decisions
listen, this body gon’ set examples
got a problem, i get sh_t handled
he hide in the crib like “can we talk?”
while he doin’ the tevin campbell
ima bring that b_tch down like kevin samuels
combat, all black: noob saibot vibes
saw one round in his face like a cyclops eye
9 by my side
take your life, not mine
clips coverin’ stumbles like “sike i lied”
jersey, b_tch

[smack white]
that’s the energy we talkin’ about
it’s a hunnid k on the line
let’s get it
stumbles, it’s on you
hold it down
smrrrrack

[round 1: stumbles]
i’m here
it’s amazin’, we in this b_tch
we got stumbles versus… exactly how the f_ck ima feel if i’on win this sh_t
it’s bogus
ayo i watched a mother lose her son and she ain’t even know it
two weeks later, found him dead in the bas_m_nt; couldn’t smell him ‘cause she had covid
n_gga f_ck you
yeah
f_ck you, n_gga
f_ck you, n_gga
f_ck you
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
f_ck you
f_ck you

you all hostile, f_ck you
you all brolic
ayo what happens when you held hostage
and the n_ggas who couldn’t make it to work that day got sikh (sick)
i really been through it
my n_gga i’on even trust p_ssy that got a grip to it
that’s how i been movin’
we fed n_ggas who let feds get to ‘em
ayo_ ayo listen
this_ we fed n_ggas who let_ we fed n_ggas who lets feds get to ‘em
this my life, not yours n_gga
f_ck, n_gga
this_ f_ lemme bring that all back, my bad man, f_ck, my bad
i got it, i got it, i got it, i got it
we fed

[real sikh]
it’s me
he’s the opponent
it’s me
i’m why he’s chokin’, not him

[stumbles]
hold on, hold on, hold on
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
hold_ i got it
we fed n_gga who let feds_
we fed n_ggas who let feds get to ‘em
my life different
i be tryna explain it to y’all but it’s nothin’ that rhymes wit’ it
you could turn anybody life into a movie, you just gotta be alive in it
i’m tryna keep my life
so i’m on point when somethin’ don’t seem right
n_gga i really have dreams of gettin’ shot in the head; to wake up, i gotta blink twice
who you think you playin’ wit’
upstate don’t mean nothin’, i know dangerous
i read (red) blood, a vest’ll (vessel) help [sikh (sickle) cell?] he won’t make it
i’ll split your sh_t
stop playin’ wit’ me
boy i got somethin’ that’ll get rid of sikh
you’ll get pistol_whipped, and pistol_whipped, and pistol_whipped, and pistol_whipped
boy i will pistol_whip you so f_ckin’ bad, ima have to go get my pistol fixed
my life

it’s my life, n_gga
my life, not yours

this my life, not yours. understand that
nothing’s scarier
all this actin’; remember the movie fat albert?
boy don’t take me out of my f_ckin’ character
you’ll be a dead b_tch
iron to the chin
siamese twin: his head split
thang lift, hit his stomach
i feel he ate (affiliate) a bullet, on some gang sh_t
another thang, how was your hotel stay? mines wasn’t nothin’ great
i’ll cater to this b_tch in the mornin’ wit’ a bomb on the f_ckin’ plate
my first crush was too young
i was 9, i had the duck the eight
and f_ck surf talkin’, i been pickin’ locks since comin’ in mama house f_ckin’ late
what we doin’
ayo, it feels different when you standin’ in front of another shooter
all i do is lift (lyft) p_ssy, i never even jumped in a f_ckin’ uber
act up, ima reach for it
brand new p90, just put the beam on
bullet hit you and your man
sh_t whatever they go through, it’s between y’all
i’m talkin’ oprah, whoopi, clappin’ across the field, he’ll get banged on
let the 9 go
sh_t [?] could’ve told him he about to get rained on
money on his head, them lil’ n_ggas’ll do it for chump change
after the gun bang, we just slide the paper to him like a gun range
you don’t know my city
i don’t give a f_ck
this what y’all get from us
d_mn near whole hood been locked so long they come home and go by pin numbers, n_gga
you left ibattle to come to url, this what y’all teachin’ n_ggas?
i mean, i knew you was gon diss lex, sikh (dyslexic), it ain’t hard to read n_ggas

[real sikh]
chilla said that

[stumbles]
ayo

{time is called}

[smack white]
yo, let’s get it
dope, dope round
let’s get it
let’s get it
a hunnid thousand is on the line
a hunnid thousand dollars is on the line
that sh_t was a crazy round, let’s get it
second round, real sikh it’s on you
hold it down, hold it down
let’s get it
smrrrrack

[round 2: real sikh]
yo
all them raps ‘bout how you pack drugs, you better have substance
while he tellin’ his story, i split him in two; you’ll only know the half of it
blade in his back, cuttin’
take a slab of his fat from him
collapsed lung look like he have nothin’
abs touchin’
flat stomach
masked gunman
clapped up wit’ a black pump that i add slugs in
or i switch to the mag’ bussin’
mac dumpin’
every kind of gat buckin’
i can’t choose, i got bad judgement
i just know in order to stop stumbles, you gotta grab somethin’

whaaaaaat
f_ck is he talkin’ bout, bruh
yo
why is he up here?

y’all wanna say it wit’ me

in order to grab_ stop stumbles, you gotta grab somethin’
i’m at your pad, huntin’
rob you at the door
think your property is guarded ‘cause you buyin’ a bunch of dogs
rottweilers in your yard
i fire ‘fore they bark
_squeak squeak_: sound like sneakers slidin’ on a court

f_ck are you talkin’ ‘bout
i do this
it’s levels dawg
out_character? really? really?

_squeak squeak_: sound like sneakers slidin’ on a court
bullets’ll fall on your body and probably get lost
you gon’ have to learn forgiveness: find it in your heart
ain’t no post_mortem or a morgue wit’ ice
i cut the corpse before the rigor mortis strike
‘til the portions are lost in sight
i’m tellin’ his b_tch what to wit’ a (her) body like abortion rights
i ain’t scared of ya posse
carry a shotty
air it beside me
sh_lls tear through his body
holes in his clothes, what he wearin’ is sloppy
yea it got through stumbles, but the material choppy
yo he’s so trash, i almost flaked this round
so trash, the garbageman won’t break him down
i mean he’s so trash, moms told me i better wash the dishes, mop the kitchen, then take him out
i ain’t have to sit down
ain’t a reason he give
i could rap how i always rap and easily win
now i know what chess go through when he rappin’ his rounds
to get past stumbles, i just need to be sikh (sick)
you piece_a sh_t
all these drug lies you tell to ‘em
ya pride too frail
it’s a cry for help to ‘em
you got family, instead of tryna find yourself through it
he said he gonna (gunna) be a thug
i’on know why ya sell (ysl) to it
he died, it don’t matter how this fight got scored
i gotta take accountability to right my wrongs
god tried to take him early, i say timeout, lord
i’m claimin’ the body: this my life, not yours
jersey

[round 2: stumbles]
ayo look, listen
i got a white boy who just built a ar_15, he put his foot in it
brand new scope, you could see the heads on the fly when you look in it
nah, nah, nah, nah
lemme give this boy a lesson
there’s n_ggas that’ll hop out a truck, grab you by your neck, we call ‘em dog_catchers
that same white boy buildin’ somethin’ wit’ a pump that could charge teslas
f_ck all that street sh_t

what n_gga
what, what, what
what

f_ck all that street sh_t
anemic: we look for the cover_up before the heat hit
and i mean this
you could f_ck around and eat a sh_ll and see, sikh (seasick)

yo listen
you hear me?
huh? huh? huh? huh?

and i mean this
boy you could f_ck around and eat a sh_ and i mean this
boy you could f_ck around and eat a sh_ll and see, sikh (seasick)
problems, i’m all wit’ it
f_ck man
and i mean this
and i mean this
you could f_ck around and eat a sh_ll and see, sikh (seasick)
i’m wit’ all that
find your b_ find your family in the hospital
bullets in they head; they all wrapped
the clips in this b_tch? we gon’ say it’s a 30
who gon’ call that?
no, i will hop out a ups truck and deliver a bullet
who gon’ order that?
no, i will shoot sikh (sick) so many times, it’ll bring jordan back
up the four
just when y’all thought i was done, i got a hunnid more
drum stick out the window like ain’t no eatin’ in my f_ckin’ car
my life different
keep your s_ keep your gun, or keep your silence, or keep from dyin’
you ever heard a hunnid shots, n_gga?
that sh_t longer than teyana taylor screamin’ byron
i’m not the one to play wit’
them lil’ n_ggas’ guns bigger than them wit’ no patience
it’s reality show walkin’ through my hood, naked and afraid and you won’t make it
n_gga papi here, he just want clip him
he don’t even want talk to n_ggas
just sit him down, throw a sheet over him
you see the headlines? a barber did it
this for y’all
ayo
you see the headlines?
sit him down, throw a sheet over him
you see the headlines? a barber did it
this for y’all
gucci mane, tell jeezy these n_ggas done came to the wrong door
yea i called my mother
what if somethin’ happen to you tonight? who gon’ call yours?
you f_ckin’ lame
hah
all this rappin’ you be doin’, ain’t nothin’ change
boy tryin’ level up? ratchet in his face like all he do is play this f_ckin’ game
i grabbed that pistol once i got here, bro
don’t act like i won’t up the thang
sam jackson: i’ve had it just in case you put snake on that f_ckin’ plane
i’m different, bro
this my life, not yours. you gotta understand that
like i trie_ i will really k!ll you to bring my man back
this is what we do, n_gga
gangsta sh_t
time, f_ck

[round 3: real sikh]
my boy livin’ up to his name tonight
ahahah

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