URLtv – Real Sikh vs. Stumbles

URLtv – Real Sikh vs. Stumbles Lyrics

Artist: URLtv
Song: Real Sikh vs. Stumbles

Atl what up?
What up!
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 killed some greats
I used to be a nobody 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 click, 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 damn 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
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
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#ment; couldn’t smell him ‘cause she had covid
n#gg# f#ck you

Yeah
f#ck you, n#gg#
f#ck you, n#gg#
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#gg#s who couldn’t make it to work that day got sikh (sick)
I really been through it

My n#gg# i’on even trust p#ss# that got a grip to it
That’s how i been movin’
We fed n#gg#s who let feds get to ‘em
Ayo- ayo listen

This- we fed n#gg#s who let- we fed n#gg#s who lets feds get to ‘em
This my life, not yours n#gg#
f#ck, n#gg#
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
It’s me
He’s the opponent

It’s me
I’m why he was doin’ it, not him
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold- i got it
Wwe fed n#gg# who let feds-
We fed n#gg#s 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#gg# i really get 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#gg#
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#ss#, 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#gg#s’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
Damn near whole hood been locked so long they come home and go by pin numbers, n#gg#
You left ibattle to come to url, this what y’all teachin’ n#gg#s?
I mean, i knew you was gon diss lex, sikh (dyslexic), it ain’t hard to read n#gg#s

Chilla said that
Ayo
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
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
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
Shells 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
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Release Year: 2016