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Trying to Live My Life Without You

Push, push, push, push Push, push, push, push Check it, uh Mind's in an uplift Life too short with a temper to match So, I ain't got time for the fuck shit You ain't gon' bang that, silly, we know you afraid to get busted Your gun don't jam like jelly; you might as well pull up with a musket Plus we the best thing to come out the X, and my niggas be bugging no mesh screens We never frontin', we just like buttons We only work when we press schemes, I'm prestige I'm shining in here like the best sheen I only appear with the best weed Don't care for my bed I'm connected to the empire, watch my chest beat Now, most of you' niggas is shitty, unless you're the kings of your city I'm taking your crown; head gon' come with it I would eat it now, but Chris is a vegan Ain't giving no penis; no fucks if your favorites proceeds us You see now I treat 'em like Negan (The Walking Dead) Some niggas put all of their cards on the table My nigga, we know they ain't armed, they' sleeveless - see we Hit the scene like we know the setting These arms are mine, they ain't Otis Redding Go and get her, I go and get it If I go and get 'em, then that's all he gettin' He ain't got a set-up for no stormy weathers Have him soakin' jealous ain't it so depressing? Champion; you see me shoulder pressing And I hold the ring like I stole the wedding But look, you seem 'bout that life (yeah) Touch that, nigga Now, you seem 'bout your bread What's up, my nigga? Now, you seem motivated, my G Go rush that, nigga But you seem passionate, bro (fuck that nigga) Look, let me tell you about the Bronx where shit ain't sweet, that's just jello Where most of my homies had half-life, while you was at home playing Halo I was in the field with the wolves, why do you think you can play with me? We paying rental advisory, most of your you claim to see But when real nigga spitting: this ain't just words that is written, this is for legacy living And niggas in prison and homies that didn't make it to see Christmas See this is the difference - between me and you You give a factual feel, but nigga: I'm actually real You really think you can roll? I'll put your head in a barrel attached to a wheel - and Push, push, push, push, push Look Stepped out of God mode to get into rap mode I'm toxic when I'm in that mode Bunch of Floyd Pattersons jabbing, lacking the skill and practice to actually scrap with this Cassius Clay, look, we're not from the same mold Truth hurts more when it is unadulterated This type of child play is adult rated I've been in Emerald City too long to ever be jaded Doctor Robotnik with enough hard drive to back up any statement The wealth in my spirits' account could back up any statement So my soul on a tightrope, I could fuck around and find a new balance between checking niggas for energy worth saving, I've been amazing Been waiting on someone dreadful to come and test the patience I see hanes in they brain waves - y'all are basic Metaphors be on Voorhees, he's full of horror Y'all are horrible - stand next to me and we still won't be adjacent Friday 13th is every day for me Boogie men on the boogie boards get a wave from me We ain't in the same league It's like I let my little cousin get a bucket in 21 This ain't a real game to me, so stop playing before I suit up A lot of thumbs down for you clowns lacking that I.T. factor Funny guys, LMAO, boo'd up Ludacris, why would you add propane to a flame full of pain in it? That boy done chopped and screwed up But there's a small problem Poor thing trying to get rich off the name you gon' die trying All you many men wishing death on me Rest assure you gon' mirror the demise of Verne Troyer, little nigga I'm as Ralph Abernathy as I am Huey Newton I'm just as much Gandhi as I am Malcolm X I'ma get my point across by any means And no defense can stop me from crossing that line (Chris: One, two, one, two) I check mics like BMI Get your ass capped trying to take mine I don't want to hear none, not from you Mother Teresas I do wait till the mic is down and then I'm gonna speak up And doing no more cyphers, no more more smoke with this killer Y'all could ball all you want, know I've been Kung Lao I ever reach my cap, I'm castrating the larvar off of niggas This Goro got firearms for you divas (Sorry, I got out of character) I'm on the unlockable type of black I'm blacking out for every light, they said we was too black to see us Back when I hated light-skinned niggas, for leaving pretty women broken; for this hussle man to pick up the pieces Blacking out for every death I converted into a wave Blacking out for every nap pop took from shifts from the grave Blacking out for every drop of Razac to soften my palms through the Birdman handrub - throw respect on my name 'Cause we blacking out for every day I hated my shade Don't take it the wrong way, I'll explain But even at my lows, my foes look up to the soles of my feet - so stop trying to throw stones at God: You won't reach, fucker! Still better than you, Os, I'm better than you No way that you are better than me, my nigga, did you hear that shit? Nigga, I'm better than you First of all: I'm better than everybody Ya hobby's wobbly trying to push the peace to the Dali Something like Benjamins, keeping one hundred Deader than peddling, melanin, less embellishing They saying niggas better than Chris Who ain't dead or veterans My presence takes precedence Sure as Kanye got trumped by questions 'bout presidents Who just flip lines, I'm the best in my city - skill wise Trying to burn bridges with trolls on them like 6ix9ine Shout out to Trey Wave got Tres Leches levels of drip You see me coming like the head of my dick But niggas frontin' like embezzling chips - I think y'all scared You can hide behind my bars when your sentence is here I'm from the cross Bronx where the intersections merge, where they kill insects and birds Liquor, sex and herbs, and they still neglect our worth Yeah, there (okay) I know niggas, who know niggas, who know niggas, who blow figures - but I'm not impressed, by third party connection Earth body projections, birth, godly possessions First mommy was heaven, worth prolly defecting First hobby was stressing, learned how to be present Turned that to a weapon, burned that Smith and Wessen Learned laughter's a blessing, worth shatters depression Heard that like I'm shepping, uh Live with it, though, niggas is piglets, though I'm a wolf, when I roof, knock your roof and your house down 'Cause a nigga did blow Most of these rappers are sounding illiterate, though I'm never switching my flow, I'm never giving my soul Niggas is low, they on the tips of they toe Don't you even fucking mention my name, unless you got: Hand verses, land searches, planned hearses, in your zone Shit to induce the blackout like a Klan purchase I've been the nicest by magnanimous levels I fucking rock while y'all just grasping at pebbles Niggas surface, I'm deeper than Devils grabbing a shovel and digging till he's cracking the metal Y'all niggas is marked; sunlight, like the path of a freckle A spectacle to your speckles, huh Yo, Ozzy (yeah?), yo, Porter (Yo?) Didn't we challenge these niggas in order to bring disorder to the typical ways of things? And it ended up being a slaughter 'Cause no one responded, besides some sly comments And in the calmness of this contest we was like: "fuck it" Why don't I challenge my brothers? I'd rather damage my brothers than challenge these average advocates or letting savages hush 'em And every time they chucked a shot right where we were standing we muffed them The thrill of them is like fucking bitches with rubbers, it's okay I'm busting shots and I still feel protected And then we did this just to further the disrespect We put our foots down and kept it there to murder these niggas' necks I would say pause, but this' basically a facefuck Just hear me out: They on they knees when they face us, right? They tearing up, not even seeds will replace us They swallow pride and in defeat they can taste us And then we speak because it's easy to say stuff So spit it out, my last one, I guess I'm in and out I said what I said: no more cyphers, fuck it, I'm switching routes Got bigger issues than these niggas I can live without Right? But more on that later Yo, Ozzy, you seem kind of distraught, bro, you got something you want to talk about? They ain't rap like this tonight... Ozzy are you gon' talk to 'em or you want me to say something? You wanna talk, my bro? Yo, fuck the crowd, fuck the rap shit, like got some real shit, it's me and Denzil, we brothers, bro We can talk later I give 'em the talk, we gon' act like these people ain't even here, alright? Let Denzil talk Check it Where do I start? There's so much shit to say I'm using Velcro trying to stick to faith Living life with the missing brakes Get a pack, flip that, and bring it back like I'm missing takes No plan, just a mission No Thanos could make this Vision break I always speak about drive, but it's so miscellan-eous You done miss your lane Now it's U turn, and your GPS signal is signalling do right, but you done left yourself How you jump out the window trying to catch yourself? How you gon' beat the odds if you don't bet yourself? Stay calm and expect this hell And don't wake to alarms that you ain't set yourself What am I here for? Feel like a scarecrow on a sanity search I want some more my nigga hand me a her She want to drip like 'does this canopy work?' I'm trying to bubble big like manatee burps Vanity's first, but sit around 'cause I can't stand to be hurt And feel it up till I'm feeling up, but got no hands in these shirts Fighting the clock like do these hands even work? Think that its time that we face the function We' tired of faking funk Some sensitive thugs need hugs, this one's trying to embrace the culture Trying to face my demons, my sinus can't take this sulfur Still trying to make the team although I didn't make the cut I'm bruising 'em just enough, by the half I'll be chugging jumpers I'm cut from a different cloth, wish I had a tailor: that's Shumpert This cat that had claimed we jumped him came back, had to duck the thumber I used to laugh, but I done lost three homies and it's just this summer I already miss sitting on the steps with Prince, hear my homie Tori telling him that Porter better win I envision them with feather wings, golden crowns, and leathermans Surrounded by better things, like freaky girls with wedding rings You feel me? I know they watch me as I work the handle I know they asking why I treat chances like birthday candles I know they stressed when I miss the message and vexed when I miss my blessings Some don't judge ignorance, some go to work with gavels And my dog, Sarge, thinks I'm talented, but disregard the challenges And ain't offer the job because he thought I couldn't manage it Well a part of me agrees, but see, my daughters gotta eat I know my cup is running full, I see each part of it that leaks Fuck a minute, take a while Fuck some inches, take a mile Because 12 ain't enough, you see, that's partially defeat Just a foot inside the door to beg your pardon, let me speak Know my mental's kind of strong when other parts of me is weak When it's hard up in these streets, I put my heart up in these beats For some garbage making artist to get farther 'cause he screams Just imaging a young fraction going hard until he bleeds Just to have somebody average come and hog the place (he seeks) When almost every chick you dated only came with hope you make it Close your face, she in the matrix, getting naked for some other nigga Or back when immigration at my place to come and take the closest thing to motivation in my face I miss my brother, nigga! Gotta get this thing out of me Transmutative like Alchemy A golden tongue that translated this child speak, silver lines Copper coins that paid for thoughts that's transported this olive tree So peace, peace, peace, broken down Transmission ain't revving, I run - DMC That's always flexing the puns, pun intended Triple entendres extended, just to have a sentence 'Cause I hide behind these bars When dry responses needed quenching Take a shot, I dare you take a shot at being transparent I ain't have a mom or dad specifically like trans parents Just a chemical imbalance, that's teedered on the edge of madness or self-inflicted damage - so I try both And I ain't never try hope, just struggled with the tight rope, around a ceiling fan ... Feeling ill, trying to kill myself, trying to hang myself in my ceiling fan, see My dad raised me to be the only boy to protect everybody While being a direct reason why I couldn't protect anybody The self-inflicted conflicted feelings of feeling like you gotta kill your dad to protect your mother while not protecting her feelings really got to me Guilt ridden from considering committing this atrocity While feeling like my sis and mom ain't have to hurt if not for me Being so weak and worthless and my dad's deceased in hearses An I just concede to hurting, and now I gotta be this person To provide for them, to protect and die for them And I'm six and never learned how to be Chris, or even try for them I'm fearful of the size of 'em, the demons that reside in 'em And traumatizing clips that clipped my wings before I flied for them And they make me feel wrong just to talk about it When it took me this long just to talk about it 'Cause my dad was a legend, that doesn't mean I'm not human 'Cause it's masked as a lesson, that doesn't mean it's abusive 'Cause I'm all in your mentions, that doesn't mean it's intrusive And I grew up a fucking screw up with vision skewed the way that they viewed us Feeling blue so got booed up with bitches that were only with me in case of the chance that I blew up And I accepted it; as a neglected kid I never did love myself They told me to be flexible, that's how they teach you to fuck yourself And I know I'm incredible, but I never learn how to trust myself And I know I hold back a lot, but I never learned how to hug myself And I know I'm not defined by my past, or my inability to act because of fears of the future And I know when I'm looking back at this moment I should've known I was chosen, the path was frozen, that's what made me much cooler In my medulla... This ain't about you right now. It's about my man right here. Oswin talk to 'em Yeah, look Any nigga with skin dark as sin considered an orphan Miss Hannigans had me consider deep sleep in a coffin Hair course as a college credit My lips like Kylie with the collagen in it And self-hatred has been exhibited - isn't it Magnificent how we focus more on the frivolous? You' cute for being collagenous, ridiculous I don't get intimate with none of those black boys, both sentences have been infamous Subjected to these thoughts without a syllabus Associated acts with black skin is villainous, I lack that privilege Been taught to hate my shade before the day that I got into it All hail the Hemmingsworths and chastise the Chadwick's Bosemen's We praise this white God, forgetting we're royal - moments when Thunder comes, cover my chest while I'm running from The spears they threw at this young T'challa threw logic he's young But he gotta be dumb, misdiagnosed, profound breath from out of my lung, Ritalin prescribed till my body was numb They silence the tongue of this melinated Keanu Reeves Unaware that Oswin had been a 1-of-1 Blinded by my dark side, innocent my heart cry Never saw those heart eyes, no, my crushes fell alongside Lighter pigment heart throbs, who never got their heart, right (Chris: Really?) Nigga, duh! I hated every pretty, boujie girl passing notes to everyone, but me My ex got paid to date me, she prolly got paid to fuck me I prolly never got over that, I started fucking her cousin Looking outside of myself to become someone that I wasn't, cautious I went in raw, no intention on being awkward She took that life inside of me the day she got that abortion And the part that haunted me was that the lost seed didn't belong to me It was the offspring of a breed lighter than Neosporin Momma said that devil's working Nah, I didn't heed the warning, being honest, speaking on this Helped me see what's wrong, so now I can see the morning And I hated you, hated ya smiles, hated ya grins Put my hatred on you because that place that I lived Places made vacant since color wars as innocent kids Calisthenics, I pushed myself down trying to uplift more calisthenics I pulled it together and get my chin up Got older and brighter, realised that my darkness' a gift My culture, the landing strip for every vulture that lit We've been that bic, the little light that shines despite where it is I learned that melanin on the scale outweighs gold - so if I say so I feel the wealth inside of the skin that I'm in This ain't no black and white thing It's a me and you despite the feud within ourselves we identify it and get it right thing, yeah MAKE SOME NOIISEEEEEEE!