Up Gsm Remix Lyrics | Social Club Misfits

[Intro]
Do me a favor
Stop leaving your kids in the car
And then, and then shopping
That's bad parenting
It's not a good look
[Verse 1: Martymar]
Feel like Johnny Cash in that all black
Told my friends and they all laughed
I wrote, "Be Yourself", in the hallway
Spray painted in all caps
Cut myself and I still bleed
Religious people don’t feel me
We got nominated for some award
But I don’t wanna change cause I’m still me and I’m livin’ life
I got no room for the old me
I went to Brooklyn, got no sleep
We don’t pop mollies and smoke weed
Can we dim the lights?
Recordin' emo songs over trap beats
They sendin’ shots pointed at me
But I’m duckin' them like I’m Ali, cause I’m in the fight
We don’t look at rappers for inspiration
I can’t relate to what you saying
I been this way and I’m never changing
It’s Social Club
Wu-Tang, Dipset, and you mix it up
The misfits know that we live and love
And we keep going, never giving up
Cause we been trill
[Hook]
Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
Homie I've been trill
Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
Yeah, I've been trill
Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
Homie I've been trill
Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
I've been trill
[Verse 2: F.E.R.N.]
Yeah, Santino home
Got my son by my side and I feel a certain way about it
So many flights now I’m ridin' no problem
Ask Martymar how I talk to the pilots
I talk to the stewardess she bring me my coffee
Curb Your Enthusiasm got me laughin'
Puerto Rican Larry David of rapping
What happens is ya’ll are not living your passion
You’re living the life of another
Wish you could die when you fumble
You thinking game over, you stumbled
But walking away from your faith
Is no way to replace everything He’s already done for you
Dang, and I been trill
Been skilled with that pencil still
Been freestylin' for 15 years
When I write it down, know it’s been killed and I been trill
No pressure, no gang signs, no hand gestures
No competition, don't even measure
Spittin' deeper than buried treasure
And I been trill, know the truth hurts
Got my high beams on in my new hearse
Cause I just died, yeah, I still struggle
Why I wrote it down in this new verse
And I been trill, Benjamin Trillington
Social Club boys in the buildin', bruh
Tellin' ‘em God has a plan for they life
And if you hate on that, I don’t know what you living for
New house, new car
Got the same spouse with some new kids
On my old block like my old pops
When we first came to the U.S., cause I been trill
[Hook]