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rap up 2020 - uncle murda lyrics

[intro]
definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
wasn’t gon’ even do this
but i think that y’all needed me after everything that been goin’ on
the homie great john on the beat, by the way
don’t come outside, volume 3 out now
great john on the beat, by the way

[verse 1]
i’ma fear heavenly father but right now i’m booing you
what did kobe, gigi and them other passages do to you? (what they do?)
my condolences at this time is all i could offer
kobe got me out here spendin’ more time with my daughter (he do)
takin’ kobe from us had the whole world stressed
you coulda took a average player, not one of the best
somebody like lamar odom or delonte west (ah)
i’m just playin’, but i’m sad, we woulda missed them less (god bless)
i’m convinced god don’t got the answers
first you take the black mamba from us, then the black panther (d*mn)
f*ck 2020, this whole year started off wack
best part of the year’s here and that’s hearin’ me rap (you want it)
hearin’ me rap that straight up, 2020’s a dub, n*gga
land in the only spot that ain’t shut down they clubs, n*gga (lord)
pandemic got n*ggas eatin’ like action bronson
thanksgiving, catchin’ the corona like magic johnson (you did)
is it real? is it fake? i don’t know, i know sh*t sad
people dyin’ from it off some sh*t that they been had
they said trump had it but i think he was fakin’ it
they got a vaccine now but i still ain’t takin’ it (god)
we all saw that nurse who passed out from that sh*t
live on tv, miss me with that funny sh*t
i don’t trust the government, they chasin’ that f*ckin’ bag
all coronavirus sh*t feel like a money grab
they tryna get paid, viruses, man*made
they actin’ like this sh*t worser than cancer and aids (than cancer)
kids can’t got to school, people can’t go to work
strip clubs closed, b*tches ain’t got no way to twerk (nah)
now they lookin’ for sponsors, so i’m tellin’ chicks, “i’m broke”
that was prop money on the ‘gram, kodak black joke (i ain’t got it)
i’m not a big fan of this next line i wrote
i hate the fact i gotta say, “rest in peace to pop smoke” (d*mn)
the good die young, it really wasn’t his time
him bein’ dead and tekashi still livin’ is a crime
god, you gotta do better, you been f*ckin’ up lately
bro, all i hear is pop smoke when i turn on my radio (woo)
they play pop so much it feel like he still here
got us woo walkin’, wearin’ dior just to be clear (facts)
covid*19 sh*t got fred the godson
one of the few emcees you could really get bars from
he represented real rap from real new yorkers
my condolences to your wife and your two daughters
kings k!llin’ kings and it’s bein’ filmed on camera
hate to see a n*gga k!llin’ kings, von in atlanta (wack)
megan sayin’ tory shot her, he sayin’ she cappin’
the people that was in the truck with them told what happened (they told me)
he wanted that wet*ass p*ssy, she ain’t give him none
she hurt tory ego and that’s when he pulled out a gun
then she tried to leave and that’s when he start clappin’
i made that hoe sit*up but that sound like what really happened (haha)
if he really did shoot her, that was some lame sh*t
she snitchin’ now but she a girl so it ain’t the same sh*t (yeah)
we ain’t lookin’ at her like how we look at 6ix9ine
lookin’ at tory like he played himself, f*ck was on his mind? (what up?)
that bullet ain’t faze her, her leg ain’t even hurtin’
a week after she got shot, meg was back twerkin’ (body*ody*ody*ody)
been a crazy year, wouldn’t you say?
found out jada pinkett gave will smith p*ssy away (she did what?)
try to call it entanglements so it don’t sound like nothin’
no, it’s called cheatin’, jada, you and august was f*ckin’ (god)
got will smith out here lookin’ like a whole sucker
wonder how jaden and willow feel about they mother (d*mn)
f*ck that red table, let’s discuss some other sh*t
i wonder if will ask jada, did she suck his d*ck? (woah)
now he questionin’ how you and ‘pac was out here movin’
he was lookin’ stressed at the fresh prince of bel*air reunion (he was)
actin’ like he give a f*ck ’bout how aunt viv feel
he prolly think that she difficult to work with still (haha, sheesh)
cardi b filed for divorce
you know how her and offset do, they back together, of course (stop playin’)
dr. dre wife tried to get two mill’ a month
i know dre happy that she signed that prenup
dre my n*gga, it’s been that soul in the street (in the street)
how much of that man money she tryna keep?
she wasn’t with him in the studio makin’ them beats
b*tch, you wasn’t in the studio with me in the studio makin’ them beats (woo)
put your p*ssy lips on live, i’ll give ya a thousand dollars
boosie was bein’ too thirsty, i’m just bein’ honest (he was)
if doin’ too much was a person
they deleted his account, now his sh*t ain’t workin’ (d*mn)
instagram missin’ you, the internet f*ck with you
in that interview with mike tyson, you looked uncomfortable
for talkin’ bout dwayne wade’s son, he was pressin’ you
askin’ you if you was g*y, he was disrespectin’ you
never seen boosie badazz talkin’ so polite (never)
he ain’t want no smoke with than n*gga iron mike (uh*uh)
woulda looked like nate robinson if mike tyson hit him
rest in peace to the homie mo3 who there with him (d*mn)
couple days after mo3 died, boosie got shot
them dallas n*ggas thought boosie was tryna spin the block
that n*gga akon was out here trippin’
tryna explain and justify 6ix9ine snitchin’
i’m locked up, they won’t let me out, we felt that
he tried to remix that old*ass record with a rat (you played yourself)
all these rappers gettin’ shot, not one bullet hit tekashi
they really let that n*gga out early and kept bobby (free rowdy)
[hook]
y’all couldn’t wait for this sh*t to drop
i really entertain y’all with all this sh*t i pop (i do, right?)
every year ’round the same time, y’all check for me (ah)
they like how i disrespect n*ggas respectfully (true)
y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened
but y’all don’t care (y’all don’t care)
y’all still want me to talk about this sh*t every year (every year)
crazy, crazy, sh*t crazy (i just don’t wanna stop, crazy)
crazy, crazy, sh*t crazy

[verse 2]
jeezy shouldn’t have battled gucci
knowin’ he was gon’ rap about k!llin’ his homie pookie (woo)
i get it but f*ck all that culture sh*t
disrespect my dead homie, i’m poppin’ off, better over it
try to shoot the n*gga up, cut the n*gga, at least f*ckin’ fight
n*ggas talk about smokin’ on pookie [?] tonight (facts)
one of the most disrespectful things that i ever seen
gucci ignorant but my man me when i was seventeen (he do)
n*ggas on the streets sayin’, “jeezy lost it”
that was sucker sh*t, he movin’ too corporate (d*mn)
i ain’t with that cool sh*t, i’m with that ra*ra
jay*z wouldn’t battle nas if nas k!lled zaza
pookie rollin’ over in his grave, you got him hurtin’
watchin’ you perform with the n*gga that put him in the dirt
he prolly got some other issues, leave jeezy alone
big meech brother southwest, he just came home
let’s talk about some sh*t that got the people upset
cops that k!lled breonna taylor ain’t get arrested yet
i turn to general dan, you can’t refund us all
them cops that k!lled breonna got charged with shootin’ the wall
i repeat, daniel cameron is a sell*out
he in a sunken place, like that movie, can’t get out
defund the police, obama said he don’t believe in that
in the country where you can’t even jog while bein’ black (i’m disappointed)
rest in peace to ahmaud arbery
an ex*cop k!lled him thinkin’ he committed a robbery
george floyd gettin’ murdered was on the internet
for eight minutes straight that cop had his knee on his neck
the whole world came together and protested
they ain’t convict him yet but at least they did get arrested (woo)
unity was real, government start gettin’ scared
we was marchin’ like the coronavirus disappeared
white people was out here screamin’, “black lives matter”
and honestly i think that was makin’ the police madder (they scared)
ignore donald trump, they was talkin’ bout louis
nothin’ ’bout the knee on the neck and police shootings
he ain’t cover the police violence
trump dumbass told us, “take lysol for the virus”
said it was goin’ away, of course he lyin’
over three hundred thousand americans done died
lil wayne and lil pump jumped on trump d*ck
now look, now they look stupid for doin’ that dumb sh*t (they do)
and he lost the election, i know he embarrassed
he know he ain’t lose to joe, he lost to kamala harris
joe biden knew what he was doin’ when he picked her
he knew we was comin’ out to vote for a black sister (we did)
trump had to go but joe biden need to get smacked
for tellin’ us if we don’t vote for him, we ain’t black
i still think you racist and that’s my problem with you
we only voted for you ’cause you got kamala with you
and i’m not a fan of both of y’all reputations
you and kamala responsible for mass incarcerations
y’all the reason they won’t leave us alone
the best news we got all year was rowdy comin’ home
it was dope seein’ him on instagram bein’ celebrated
he a real one, he ain’t fold when he got interrogated
the real ones don’t drink champ’ off of some stupid sh*t
just ’cause you pay taxes don’t make it cool to snitch
i hear about certain sh*t that make my ass smile
r. kelly got beat up in jail, good for that pedophile
i’ma miss donald trump, can’t front, he was funny
obama gave us trap phones, trump gave us re*up money
he was makin’ y’all laugh too, i’m just remindin’ you
he was out here callin’ the coronavirus the china flu (it comes from china)
i appreciated that he ain’t bite his tongue
if that second stimulus check had came, he mighta won (he mighta)
that unemployment money had y’all feelin’ like big meech
you was boilin’ with that extra six hundred dollars a week (y’all was)
b*tch, that was better than your regular job
certain chicks couldn’t pay bills unless head was involved
your only fans page wasn’t really poppin’ for real
now you know how a local mixtape rap n*gga feel
them s*b*a loans had n*ggas out here in all kinda sh*t
they was just bums, now they pullin’ up with designer sh*t (oh, you serious?)
i’ma miss fake beefin’ with casanova
i was boutta get on him for f*ckin’ with fashion nova
he prolly like, “this n*gga murda always gotta play”
i wish he woulda turned himself in after the holidays
hope i made him laugh while he fightin’ for his freedom
know it’s free my n*gga casanova ’til they free ’em (oh yeah)
(is it okay if i call her one?) who said that sh*t?
that was snoop callin’ gail king a funky dog head b*tch
for goin’ at kobe with no consideration
on how his family was feelin’ knowin’ his sister raised him
lebron got his fourth ring, you gotta respect his sh*t
[hook]
y’all couldn’t wait for this sh*t to drop
i really entertain y’all with all this sh*t i pop (i do)
every year ’round the same time, y’all check for me (ah)
they like how i disrespect n*ggas respectfully
y’all heard what happened, y’all know what happened
but y’all don’t care
y’all still want me to talk about this sh*t every year (every year)
crazy, crazy, sh*t crazy (sh*t crazy)
crazy, crazy, sh*t crazy

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