Travis Karter X TrippyThaKid X SUPA SORTAHUMAN - KnuckleUp | Текст песни

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• KnuckleUp

[Verse 1: Travis Karter]
Sick to my stomach in my room all day
Mind too sharp so I don't need a blade
God on my side; you shoot? I pray
Make the wrong move? He might take your life away

Remember them days I was young and afraid of Halo
Now I spit the fireflame 'til I see a rainbow
All I see around me is slaves in the snow
Only difference today is that now the chains're gold

Stressed to the point where I can't even sleep
Probably ain't closed my eyes in about a damn week
Price you gotta pay if you want to succeed
And I could never fail, I don't got a plan B

Snakes in the grass, don't know where to step
Feeling like my biggest enemy is my reflection
And add more stress with every single breath
Meanwhile you hating on me cuz you wanting attention?

Boy you got the gun? Not smart enough to use it
Finger on the trigger? Not brave enough to pull it
Talking Big Talk? Lil' boy come do it
Only got one shot — I'm Steph Curry when I took it

Gotta slow it down before I burn it up
Every single day I'm still learning bruh
Thinking that you you big shit? Is that how it is?
Then explain to me why I never heard of you

Gotta get the cheddar any way that it comes
Doing better than they ever thought I could have done
Talking 'bout, how you hard?
And fear no one?
But you was the first to run soon as the cops come

Creeping out the cut
Brass knuck
Tucked under my cloak
Now tell me lil' fuck
Boy
Wassup?
When we one on one

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Passenger in the whip again
Roll a binty, better beat it then
Leggin' beggin' centipede with them
Measuring light with the feet of them
(Got damn, uh)
Flyin' by 'em think I wonder why I'm in a hurry gotta get it over with
Enty gotti, I be rollin' it
(God damn, uh)

Ballin' roley poley bowlin' bitch
Hot and smoking like we stolen it
Passive aggressive I hold it in
(God damn, uh)

Weak in the knees
I get weak when I breathe
THC in my blood cause I need it to sleep
It's the weekend the deepest is waiting for me
Greetings from cretins we coming in peace
It's the beast of the evening a dog off the leash
And I'm deep and carnivorous I am diseased
Nothing contagious, a curse is in me
Said you're worthless but girl you are perfect to me
And I'll kill for you mama, it's worth it to me
(and I'll kill for you mama it's worth it to me)
And I'll kill for you mama it's worth it to me

Oh damn what, what you wanna one on one?
Better than these motherfuckers doing gun on gun
Killing everybody out here, they don't give no fucks
Better be careful homie, we don't even get no love
And I'm tryna spread love to them all though
But these pussies fighting, shooting up the mall though
I'm just tryna get bud from Geraldo
Pussy look for me? I'll be like Waldo

[Verse 3: Supa Sortahuman]
I need it, I want it, I have to have it
With my people I have to half it
See some cake? I have to smash it
Receive a check — I have to cash it

I'll fire it up, but you have to match it
Got some hash — I had to stash it
Rap on tracks like backs I'm spazzin'
This ain't actin', this' just a fraction
Of half the shit that has to happen
Like gats are clapping, the speakers slappin'
I'm on the map, you can call me captain
Rep Sortahuman, we always snapping
With many factions we all about the action
See, we'll be rappin', our homies trappin'
I know where it's at, and that's a fact, man
Pockets so heavy just like a fat man

Rollin' it up, poin' it up
Don't give a fuck what they talking 'bout, bruh
I'm pointing my finger and holding it up
Put out the joint, then hop in the truck
Bumping my shit, these wack rappers suck
They ain't fuckin' with us, it's just me and mine
I speak my mind, I'm feeling fine, my bitch is fine
These are the days, this is the time
The truth comes out every time I rhyme
I'ma cop an ounce, what the fuck is a dime?
Y'all snorting lines and feeling fine, but y'all killing time
Shake it off, man, you need to shine
Like literally, y'all killing time
Y'all must be blind
Y'all must be tired
Just go to sleep
We all some creeps


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