Maneesh - Charged Up lyrics

D.C One hunnit! Ugh! No false rap I'm keeping sh** real Charged up With my chemical mind state Man it's all real Thanks for your support but it's my pay check Now they check, I'm getting Checks! Ugh Dreams of living life how rappers do Tryna' put diamonds on my mama's neck It was a dream, when I was on fourth deck Cryin' – Failed some exams, but she believed in me Her words like beef tea to my ill mind Thanks Maa! For everything I'm keeping sh** one hunnid My name is being listed in PK's (Pakistan) best rappers I'm cutting records ugh! Hatters wanna cut me, they hate to see me going up I'm growin' up , Every night in studio Mama Saying Put your a** on work, Ali You know I can't , I gotta do it , to straight things up I gotta do it right Lately, My pen is running out of ink, but no worries I Write rhymes in my brain too School kicked me out said I'm a loser Now they calling home like my ex b**h Please come to Us! (right, hah) This sh** funny ain't it? But that's how it goes Not in my intentions to Diss Kumail, But f** it he's a hoe I don't lie, My bestie know, so here we go Stop givin' me idea's about Project's I don't know Zarray, Maybe She Knows, D But why should I diss her? When She ain't really on my lane I don't lie like you people do, I like to keep everything One hunnid You can hate on me for being realist and this kind of sh** won't affect me You ain't a friend , but another topic when I step in the booth and spit fire I desire, We're on a ride you high through weed and I'm sky high like an Angel You know the difference, Same breeds but different hearts I know it hurts, But I got an Beautiful nurse And that ain't just a rhyme you really know her I'd rather be hated for talking sh** then to be faking lies I don't care this kind of sh**, nah! Lately, Whole Mangla Is hatting on me Shahnil be telling lies, but I never do hit used b**hes I got standards I'm not a pander,ugh! Yeah (Bridge/Break) [Verse 02] My pocket money is double of your father's salary But still I can't afford sh** , ridin' on 81' bike Mama Dislike But it feels like Greenwich Life is crazy ain't it? And I'm late night thinking about myself what I'm gon' do With Lays and bottle of dew Have to put my life on a skew and hew Penetrate the Pain and you'll see better you That's why daddy said, aaaan! These n***as tryna' lock up half of my crew But I guarantee I won't let you do, Right We on a same ride, you high through weed And I'm sky high like an Angel . No Smoke No Smoke b**h, I'm Charged Up!