Ups and downs by Robert Grass Lyrics
[Verse 1: Robert Grass]
I look back on my life and don't regret shit, but there's still some things that I would change
Life is just like walking through a dark cave
With no flashlight boy you gotta stay brave!
Momma said be nice, don't misbehave
But I still be acting crazy like a club rave
I'm sorry momma, but you raised a trouble maker
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My niggas doing numbers, like a calculator
Eating whack rappers I attack like an alligator
Rolling up my medicine and it's in a joint paper
Your crew's lame bunch of squares like some graph paper
I had feelings for a few females
They played me like a dummy I won't give the details
But in the end, man fuck these bitches
CIA Rob man I'm out to get the riches, Rob
[Hook]
There's ups and downs, highs and lows
Friends and foes, hardship we undergo
But keep your head up, wipe off the sweat
Live life to the max and have no regrets
*Repeat*
[Verse 2]
I'm 18 with the mind of veteran
Catch me late night with my man David Letterman
I'm so intelligent, freestyle excellent
Rappers nowadays so soft like gelatin
I'm not a rapper I'm a complex specimen
A gentleman, who spits dope flows with relevance
Rappers nowadays rap, with no soul!
I been droppin' better flows since 10 years old!
Robert Grass on the track, never hold back
I attack like a wolf pack but I'm one man
Me vs. You is like a Porsche vs. a minivan
Smoking kush from Pakistan, wait maybe it's Kazakhstan
I don't give a damn cause I'm high as hell
CIA cartel, classified Intel
Never gave a damn 'bout being on TV
I just wanna see my name real nice in graffiti
[Hook]
I look back on my life and don't regret shit, but there's still some things that I would change
Life is just like walking through a dark cave
With no flashlight boy you gotta stay brave!
Momma said be nice, don't misbehave
But I still be acting crazy like a club rave
I'm sorry momma, but you raised a trouble maker
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My niggas doing numbers, like a calculator
Eating whack rappers I attack like an alligator
Rolling up my medicine and it's in a joint paper
Your crew's lame bunch of squares like some graph paper
I had feelings for a few females
They played me like a dummy I won't give the details
But in the end, man fuck these bitches
CIA Rob man I'm out to get the riches, Rob
[Hook]
There's ups and downs, highs and lows
Friends and foes, hardship we undergo
But keep your head up, wipe off the sweat
Live life to the max and have no regrets
*Repeat*
[Verse 2]
I'm 18 with the mind of veteran
Catch me late night with my man David Letterman
I'm so intelligent, freestyle excellent
Rappers nowadays so soft like gelatin
I'm not a rapper I'm a complex specimen
A gentleman, who spits dope flows with relevance
Rappers nowadays rap, with no soul!
I been droppin' better flows since 10 years old!
Robert Grass on the track, never hold back
I attack like a wolf pack but I'm one man
Me vs. You is like a Porsche vs. a minivan
Smoking kush from Pakistan, wait maybe it's Kazakhstan
I don't give a damn cause I'm high as hell
CIA cartel, classified Intel
Never gave a damn 'bout being on TV
I just wanna see my name real nice in graffiti
[Hook]