Chuckthespittah - Right Way (feat. Pyrex the Enigma)

4000 if i end up ending classes
Sorry momma i gotta party ya cannot crash it
These sounds they for the masses
Emo all over me
I can't find my happiness
Falling from the ugly tree
You under me
Understand my words when i spit em
Effortless motion, i'm moving like a zombie when i'm wit em
Parents wilding in the kitchen
College topic i just wanna rap
They put me in this bag and they knowing that
That careless act who am i
The bad kid
Rebellious i don't do a lot
Cut the convo short like a barber shop
You knowing why
Cause i been running wit some dead weight on my shoulders
Chest it get colder
Like i got it ship from Dakota
We get it cracking like a fresh open soda
Know who i be wit
Niggas throwing shade thank ya tho sun was beaming
Believe me
I am unbothered
When it come to you ni**as
Cause ima eye the secret eye and then chop it wit jigga

Who the fuck
That ni**a is
Wit albums
Nigga chuck
Swear he doing it he getting rowdy
Now people
Start to buy the shit
Hitting links and sucking dick
Find some pride
And help ya self get out the pit
Nigga i been
Mobbing wit my minions
Aint to many of em
The circle tighter than henges
Doors open we enter
Difficult to get out
Like a splinter
No lie ima problem they skipping
Aye

Closed emotions its too late and i can't open up
Cross my mind but look both ways before you're under my ride
Timid chucky in they churches i can't speak to god thats why i need some time
So i ain't fucking wit no bitches for a minute
I admit it
I been dogging like some bitches
Feelings i be in em
Yellow thoughts
And ima trynna be a smiley boy
Found my wings and now i wanna sore
Yuh

Who would tell me i couldn't do it
No explanation for stagnation and pacing movements
Meet up with the homies for a way to escape any nuisance
Finding the right way with my left handed uses
And to prove that the newness never loses but I'm the loser right
Wasting time writing rhymes line by line 'stead of being on my job grind
Giving car rides staying on her good side And getting him off my mind
But brushing past that did the depot in september
Gave me more confidence as i lost my temper
As far as i can remember wanted to do a show with a song in the center
Had one feature and the rest augmenter
And they told me that i surprised them the most
Wasn't gonna brag or boast with my energy on a status quo
Maintained but by the next show ima have some more

As i broke out my shell like i stomped on a koopa
Got that chuckyrex swag with the way that we loop a
Round a beat like a ring of fire ain't no escaping
From the duo you knew doe as we always engage in
Killing sprees back to back from yellow thoughts to tempest
Ain't like you micro-softies we stay in the same template
As i write this feature chucky got me deep, in knee deep shit you get to see how black sheep get

Closed emotions it's too late and i can't open up
Cross my mind but look both ways before you're under my ride
Timid chucky in they churches i can't speak to god thats why i need some time
So i ain't fucking wit no bitches for a minute
I admit it
I been dogging like some bitches
Feelings i be in em
Yellow thoughts
And ima trynna be a smiley boy
Found my wings and now i wanna sore
Yuh

They might correct me for being me
Cts the biggest bumble bee in the field of trees
They fail to see the real mc
I wont believe
They all of these fa**ets want bangers bangers i'm to weird where for the city
Its obvious
They i don't wanna stoop that level
The feedback ima go harder to make them regret em
Ima corn
Cause i ain't make it to get pop from a kettle
But we popping like kettle
Bet they liking this rebel
But fuck
My numbers never high
Never the driver of my
Drive
I feel like i can't ride so i just
Found my wings now i fly
I'm done wit my parents
I'm done with emotions
I gotta go
Know its fucking apparent
That ima be paying rent
Until its the right time for my wings to show
And i don't think they ready for that shit
Cause when i quit them shifts
Ima run this bitch
Ugh

You testing tempers
I'm testing tesla
Got so many goals i can't fit em inside of dressers
Them ni**as throwing tantrums like some girlies throw on some dresses
I feel i got it all
And these ni**as want all my blessings
You cant give
An inch 'cause they gon ask yo ass for the ruler
Friendships snapping like rulers
I was shaped to be ruler
But um, ima target watching out for they ruger
Liable what i am
Gone when shit hit the fan yea

Closed emotions it's too late and i can't open up
Cross my mind but look both ways before you're under my ride
Timid chucky in they churches i can't speak to god thats why i need some time
So i ain't fucking wit no bitches for a minute
I admit it
I been dogging like some bitches
Feelings i be in em
Yellow thoughts
And ima trynna be a smiley boy
Found my wings and now i wanna sore
Yuh

Ima cock back then blow minds
This music is a groupie suck the life and then blow mines
Them opportunities behind them doors be there at 9
My skin could never determine my eligibility its whatever
I'm lost
Like my train of thought
Train of thoughts rode off the rail
Felt i lost it all
Umm
Y'all ain't never mention this tho
You the captain of you
Don't ever go wit the flow (yuh)

Written by:
Charles Watkins, Darien Thorton

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