Sunshine Christo, Ric$terrrr, Jug301 - Consicousness Upload lyrics

Just a young nigga trying to
Make it out the trenches
'Member roaches in the kitchen
Bro remember life is what you make it
Up in school I couldn't eat
Had to trap out them vacants
Niggas say I wasn't shit but I
Gon' blow up ain't it
Bitch I'm blowing up, bitch I'm glowing up
No one else would take me so
Now my actions going up
To my brothers wait some time
Yeah I'm really gonna make it
Ask my mama why she crying
She say please my son don't take it
You is saying you is sober
You be lying to our faces
But my life is like a blunt
Yeah a nigga gonna face it
Y'all don't understand
Yeah I mean it when I say shit
But I'm different from these
Niggas, I stay quiet, i don't say shit

I feel animosity towards the entire industry
These people try to kick with
Me but they like antihistamines
I can't be sedated and I won't be mislead
Trying to use me, you can't get in my head
Walking down the street, feel like I'm alone
I keep looking over my shoulder
I'd be damned if I don't
My hands eaten up even though I said I won't
I be rapping everyday and it's
Such a heavy load
I feel animosity towards the entire industry
These people try to kick with
Me but they like antihistamines
I can't be sedated and I won't be mislead
Trying to use me, you can't get in my head
Walking down the street, feel like I'm alone
I keep looking over my shoulder
I'd be damned if I don't
My hands eaten up even though I said I won't
I be rapping everyday and it's
Such a heavy load

Wrist cut, bitch cut
Niggas turned to bitches
I been laying low on my own counting riches
Got a old wallet, yeah I'm talking 1960s
Betting on wrestling, I putting down fifties
When I do good, I know you stay mad
Kicked out the group
Cause you aren't like that
Keep apologizing, please stay sad
All those sorry's will never change the past
Just killing time, anyway
While recording this song
The whole thing crashed on me
Everyone's after me
The beat producers making shitty beats
Then uploading it anyway and then BandLab

Wrist cut, bitch cut
Niggas turned to bitches
I been laying low on my own counting riches
Got a old wallet, yeah I'm talking 1960s
Betting on wrestling
I be putting down fifties
When I do good, I know you stay mad
Kicked out the group
Cause you aren't like that
Keep apologizing, please stay sad
All those apologies will never
Change the past

This song was a nightmare to record
I'm just happy it's over
They're going to cut out my

Just a young nigga trying to
Make it out the trenches
'Member roaches in the kitchen
Bro remember life is what you make it
Up in school I couldn't eat
Had to trap out them vacants
Niggas say I wasn't shit but I
Gon' blow up ain't it
Bitch I'm blowing up, bitch I'm glowing up
No one would take me so
Now my actions going up
To my brothers wait some time
Yeah I'm really gonna make it
Ask my mama why she crying
She say please my son don't take it
You is saying you is sober
You be lying to our faces
But my life is like a blunt
Yeah a nigga gonna face it
Y'all don't understand
Yeah I mean it when I say shit
But I'm different from these
Niggas, I stay quiet, i don't say shit