SG Bubba K - Suppression Lyrics

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, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck with my biscuit
Just to get yo own, fuck my dough up
This the shit y'all on? I'ma piss all on
Any dummy who be thinking I'ma chump
Fuck 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 fuck about blue and red colors and their quarrels
That ain't my role, I do what I like
I like to fuck 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 fuck of it
(Straight to my face, make my case)
In fact, I might
Fuck it, you don't give a fuck what I like
Fuck 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
Fuck 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

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, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck with my biscuit
Just to get yo own, fuck my dough up
This the shit y'all on? I'ma piss all on
Any dummy who be thinking I'ma chump
Fuck 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 fuck about blue and red colors and their quarrels
That ain't my role, I do what I like
I like to fuck 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 fuck of it
(Straight to my face, make my case)
In fact, I might
Fuck it, you don't give a fuck what I like
Fuck 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
Fuck 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