URLtv, Stumbles, Real Sikh - Real Sikh vs. Stumbles lyrics

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, bitch
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 shit on the bed
WHAAAAAT

Johnny Depp wife: I keep that shit 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 shit
Told me start linin’ shit
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 shit handled
He hide in the crib like "Can We Talk?"
While he doin’ the Tevin Campbell
Ima bring that bitch down like Kevin Samuels
Combat (Kombat) , 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, bitch

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 bitch
We got Stumbles versus… exactly how the fuck
Ima feel if I’on win this shit 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 basement couldn’t
Smell him ‘cause she had COVID
Nigga fuck you yeah
Fuck you, nigga fuck you, nigga fuck you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck you fuck you

You all hostile, fuck you you all brolic
Ayo what happens when you held hostage
And the niggas who couldn’t make it
To work that day got Sikh (sick)
I really been through it
My nigga I’on even trust pussy that
Got a grip to it that’s how I been movin’
We fed niggas who let feds get to ‘em
Ayo- ayo listen
This- we fed niggas who let- we fed
Niggas who lets feds get to ‘em
This my life, not yours nigga fuck, nigga
This- f- lemme bring that all
Back, my bad man, fuck, 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’s chokin’, not him

Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold- I got it we fed nigga who let feds-
We fed niggas 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
Nigga I really have 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’ll split your shit 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 fuckin’ bad
Ima have to go get my pistol fixed my life
It’s my life, nigga 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 fuckin’ character
You’ll be a dead bitch iron to the chin
Siamese twin: his head split
Thang lift, hit his stomach i feel he ate
(affiliate) a bullet, on some gang shit
Another thang, how was your hotel stay?
Mines wasn’t nothin’ great
I’ll cater to this bitch in the mornin’
Wit’ a bomb on the fuckin’ plate
My first crush was too young
I was 9, I had the duck the eight
And fuck Surf talkin’
I been pickin’ locks since comin’
In mama house fuckin’ late what we doin’
Ayo, it feels different when you standin’
In front of another shooter all I do is lift
(Lyft) pussy
I never even jumped in a fuckin’ Uber
Act up, Ima reach for it
Brand new P90, just put the beam on
Bullet hit you and your man
Shit 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 shit could’ve told him he about
To get rained on money on his head
Them lil’ niggas’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 fuck
This what y’all get from us
Damn near whole hood been locked so long they
Come home and go by pin numbers, nigga
You left iBattle to come to URL
This what y’all teachin’ niggas?
I mean, I knew you was gon diss Lex, Sikh
(dyslexic) , it ain’t hard to read niggas

Chilla said that ayo
Time is called
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 shit 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 fuck 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

Fuck are you talkin’ ‘bout i do this
It’s levels, dawg 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 bitch 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 shit
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

Ayo look, listen
I got a White boy who just built a AR-15
He put his foot in it brand new scope
You could see the heads on the
Fly when you look in it nah, nah, nah, nah
Lemme give this boy a lesson
There’s niggas that’ll hop out a truck
Grab you by your neck
We call ‘em dog-catchers
That same White boy buildin’ somethin’ wit’
A pump that could charge Teslas
Fuck all that street shit

What nigga what, what, what what
Fuck all that street shit
Anemic: we look for the cover-up
Before the heat hit and I mean this
You could fuck around and eat
A shell and see, sikh (seasick)

Yo listen you hear me? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
And I mean this
Boy you could fuck around and eat
A sh- and I mean this
Boy you could fuck around and
Eat a shell and see, sikh
(seasick) problems, I’m all wit’ it
FUCK man and I mean this and I mean this
You could fuck around and eat
A shell and see, sikh
(seasick) i’m wit’ all that
Find your b- find your family in the hospital
Bullets in they head they all wrapped
The clips in this bitch? We
Gon’ say it’s a 30 who gon’ call that?
No, I will hop out a UPS
Truck and deliver a bullet
Who gon’ order that? No, I will shoot Sikh
(sick) so many times, it’ll bring Jordan back
Up the four
Just when y’all thought I was done
I got a hunnid more
Drum stick out the window like ain’t
No eatin’ in my fuckin’ car
My life different
Keep your s- keep your gun
Or keep your silence, or keep from dyin’
You ever heard a hunnid shots, nigga?
That shit longer than Teyana
Taylor screamin’ Byron
I’m not the one to play wit’
Them lil’ niggas’ guns bigger than
Them wit’ no patience
It’s reality show walkin’ through my hood
Naked and Afraid and you won’t make it
Nigga papi here, he just want clip him
He don’t even want talk to niggas
Just sit him down, throw a sheet over him
You see the headlines? A barber did it
This for y’all ayo you see the headlines?
Sit him down, throw a sheet over him
You see the headlines? A barber did it
This for y’all gucci Mane
Tell Jeezy these niggas done came
To the wrong door yea I called my mother
What if somethin’ happen to you
Tonight? Who gon’ call yours?
You fuckin’ lame hah
All this rappin’ you be doin’
Ain’t nothin’ change
Boy tryin’ level up? Ratchet in his face like
All he do is play this fuckin’ game
I grabbed that pistol once I got here, bro
Don’t act like I won’t up the thang
Sam Jackson: I’ve had it just in case
You put Snake on that fuckin’ plane
I’m different, bro this my life
Not yours you gotta understand that
Like I trie- I will really kill
You to bring my man back
This is what we do, nigga gangsta shit
Time, fuck fuck, man

My boy livin’ up to his name tonight ahahah
Yo yo yo let’s get this done y’all ready?
A battle rapper named "Stumbles"
Y’all gotta make sense of this now
That’s like a basketball player
Being called "technical foul"
Yo we was outside right
Smack walked up to me like, "Wassup shun?"
He only dapped you up ‘cause he
Thought you was my plus one you don’t exist

That’s a fact that’s a fact
Yo you don’t exist
You ain’t went through the struggle
Where everyone love you
Then get disgruntled instead of
Respectin’ your hustle
Nobody click on anything from you
A cop tryna test if you drunk
The only one checkin’ for Stumbles
I got a question
Why would someone beat up the
Staff then get a raise?
Twork beat up Norbes and Smack
Still got him paid he jumped Tony Bro
Got the chance at a hunnid K
Who the fuck I gotta beat up
To get a battle wit’ Drake?
You- you? You better start backin’ away
They had to pick a new set of judges
‘cause of that sucka shit you did to
Tony Bro and ‘em for nothin’
All ‘cause you were sippin’ liquor
Learn a lesson from this
What’s the first thing drinkin’
Does? Affect your judgement
You stole Snake Eyez title
That was stupid for yourself
Surf pressed you to give it back
Then you was sick as hell
Thought it was all good
Should’ve knew it was a L
How the fuck you make Snake buckle
But still wasn’t Gucci wit’ the belt
You ain’t even steal that
Shit, your squad did
There’s nothin’ left to say
They got the job done, you robbed none
(Nunn) like the judges yesterday

3 fuckin’ O boy, what, what, what
Boy, man boy a chance at a hunnid K
How the fuck he get a chance at that?
Stumbles, Stumbles, you’re Stumbles?
Ain’t Stumbles the worst thing to
Happen to battle rap
I hate Stumbles, they ruin every rapper’s day
I hate Stumbles
They made T Top fall on half the stage
I hate Stumbles i HATE STUMBLES
I HATE STUMBLES i HATE STUMBLES boy
I hate Stumbles, they ruin every rapper’s day
I hate Stumbles
They made T Top fall on half the stage
I hate Stumbles
They the reason Danny and me wasn’t special
I hate Stumbles they the reason Twork don’t
Reach his potential i hate Stumbles
Free Twork free Twork, free Twork
Yo
Fuck a punchline, this is from them and me
This right here, like right now: the most
Famous you’ll ever be
Truth, he gotta hear this he gotta hear this
Soak in the moment, it’s ya last one
It’s his last time, ya nah’mean
Yo this the most famous you’ll ever be
You’ll never see a five-figure contract
Smack won’t talk to you again
Or call you back
You gon’ be livin’ on the app
They killed you on a Twitter Space ‘cause
They ain’t think you would win
Now when you go back in them Spaces
They gon’ kill you again
In one week we saw your
Career rise then it fell
Your car ride back home gon’ be quiet as hell
Man I was comin’ up humble
Put on for my state
While the top tiers were chokin’
Showed nothin’ but hustle
I reversed it: they was stumblin’
Fuckin’ up then sayin’ Jersey now you seein’
Someone from Jersey fuckin’ up Stumbles
I’m on that Jersey shit
That goin’ all out shit real Sikh
And I’m the problem that
You want rounds wit’?
You supposed to put in work
But that’s wrong now bitch
‘Cause you can’t show up to work when you

Call out Sikh (sick) jersey
Yo give it up for Real Sikh, y’all
Yo hell of a performance, man
That’s the typa energy I wanna
See for a hunnid racks yo
Last round, last round, last round
Hol’ it down, hol’ it down, hol’ it down
Hol’ it down last round
Stumbles, it’s on you, let’s get it
Remy told you: them boots, lace ‘em up
I lost twice, just like your life
Ima make it up all that liquor
Still came back off of the
Remy like Lady Luck the boy dyin’
Fuck a donation page
Nigga we settin’ up a "GoFindHim"
Ain’t no Clip or DNA but
It’s sponsored by Joe Biden i’m on him
You a bitch
Ayo what happens when you get caught walkin’
You wanna battle Tay Roc, bitch?
Wherever you go it better be all Caution
My life not yours, nigga
Them young niggas’ll pull up in
Jersey wit’ no talkin’
I will have a nigga on every roof like
You wakin’ up to the dogs barkin’ you 40+
I’ll kill you and bring you back just
To hang your own Jersey up
Pull up lettin’ 30 dump
I’m talkin’ pop out the
Car like Sherman Klump
Growin’ up, it was a OG in the church
Used to play the piano
I used to look up to him ‘til he
Told me to g- take the gun
He ended up a fiend on the corner
Smokin’ base (bass) while I played the drum
Still gave the word to God, facts at 15
He was the same fiend who
Gave me my first pack
I went broke, sold him soap
Re’d up and gave him the work back
It’s different
I watched that man put his Bible down
And the pistol changed the nigga
He went from stoppin’ problems to Hakeem
Olajuwon and became a sinner
(center) , nigga fuck is y’all- ayo
I’m really from that jungle too
Don’t ask if it was animals out there
Ask me what I was huntin’ through
It was dreams of wakin’ up
To those dead bodies
We never knew those nightmares
Was comin’ true
I lost one, they lost twelve
We was on them corners lurkin’
Workin’ the night shift I couldn’t
Cry at those funerals, i’m not a mournin’
(mornin’) person i feel you basic
But that don’t mean shit
I was lookin’ to lay Sikh (Lasik) air 50

Nigga, no nigga, what? Nigga
I feel you basic but my vision different, I
(eye) was lookin’ to lay Sikh (Lasik)
Air 50, watch everything fall a- watch All
Things Fall Apart once I play, sikh (sick)
You think you tough, my nigga? Huh? Huh?
You think you tough, my nigga?
Ima let you know right now
Ain’t nothin’ past i don’t give a fuck about
All this muscle shit
Nigga I will beat your fuckin’ ass
You runnin’ around here actin’
Like nothin’ wrong
Nigga I will beat your fuckin’ ass
And just ‘cause you got that
Nasty dirty-ass turban on
I should beat your fuckin’ ass
It’s my life not yours, understand that
Gangsta, man yo give it up for Stumbles
Give it up for Real Sikh
Them fuckin’ slipups, man dope, dope battle
That "mournin’ (mornin’) person" was crazy