Suppression
SG Bubba K
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I used to think that I could ball With my back against the wall now I'm sitting here, actually there And I'm falling Most of my heroes was villains who just stalling Now it's hard not to pick up with my sins still calling I used to think that it was way too easy to be good 'Til I learned what being good feel like Used to think my life was hard, 'til my eyes finally opened And I got my first look into real life Everybody on they own, that's what it seem to be Won't nobody in my family still believe in me Say bad words in songs, oh they above it If I don't blast niggas then fans'll never love it Well, f*ck you! Bubba K moving on his own now Love is unconditional, so why I feel alone now Truth is, no one believe until you make 'em so I'ma take your standards of good, and fuckin' break 'em ho I do this shit, give a f*ck if I impress you Soon they all see, any nigga can get stepped to The man who stand in front of Bubba, God bless you Everybody knows to grow, that God test you (Test you) And test he does, through the valley of the shadow Small steps he does Everybody show they nice face to turn around and spite you If you got locked up, who the f*ck would even write you Questions, I like to ask myself No matter how it get to be I'll never blast myself I ain't saying I ain't never thought of driving off the highway I'm stubborn motherfucker I'll be living on my dying day I'm sorry if I offend you I say what I mean, if I don't, I'll never pretend to F*ck the Top 40, they filling your ears with blubber Spark the night sky, that's why they call me Bubba (Now I'm sitting here, actually there, and I'm falling) (Now it's hard not to pick up with my sins still calling) (Way too easy to be good, being good feel like) ('Til my eyes finally opened and I got my first look into real life) I hate being lied to, straight to my face Mufucka' I will find you and make this case See the reason I be hating, I can see what really happen Is it really still hating if I'm never fucking cappin' Knee-deep in the beat, I be cooking with my foot in Niggas place value in shit you really shouldn't Never be a banger but if shit hit the fan And my only option is to kill a man, you think I wouldn't F*ck that! Bodies'll crumple no hesitation Anybody in between me and my destination My legacy and family are all I got to pass down Fucking up my life for a bag, I'll lay ya ass down Crickets: shit that you should give me as a critic Find quick, you don't f*ck with my biscuit Just to get yo own, f*ck my dough up This the shit y'all on? I'ma piss all on Any dummy who be thinking I'ma chump F*ck around in garbage, you'll get taken to the dump Cut you at the ankle, got you running on a stump So it's easier to catch you and erase you with the pump Violence in songs your imagination activates But would you pull the trigger if you had no other path to take I would, so if the day come, better pray for me Hopefully one day, Heaven have a space for me That's the last resort What you think, I want it? I ain't asking for it Nigga you gotta be ready to die for yo morals Give a f*ck about blue and red colors and their quarrels That ain't my role, I do what I like I like to f*ck shit up in that limelight I like to tell the truth, and piss you off I like to get in the booth, and spit a few off I like showing my love to those who help me I like to keep it quiet when I get wealthy I like fucking with ladies nobody else can I like getting a grill as part of my health plan I like being so confident, it's impractical I like writing my name with a fucking capital I like telling these idiots who they fucking with And I like spitting out fire just for the f*ck of it (Straight to my face, make my case) In fact, I might F*ck it, you don't give a f*ck what I like F*ck you if you sleeping on what I write Shit's too ill my nigga In fact, I only share it with you for the thrill my nigga Peace (You think I wouldn't?) 2-0-2-1, C-O It's the 7-1-9 Shout out to P-Town Shouts out to Young Llano, Shouts out to DK Shouts out to Andy, Valdez, Gato Ay, shouts out to my Colorado Springs family bro Shouts out to Ayoo Londyn, Devaughn Shouts out to Tezo I would shout out this other homie, but his shit trash right now so I gotta wait 'Til he get better Ay man, time to wake your ass up Stop sleeping on Bubba K, this Colorado bitch Stop sleeping on the mountains, the mile-high fucking city man F*ck that, hard to reach on top of pikes peak, That's what they say right Stop sleeping on the Rockies, some ill muthafuckas' down here bro Mostly me, but there's some other ones
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