paroles de chanson Cifra, Pt. 4 - Aj

I got my raps in control plus they live like slaves
A thousand bars my notepad stays in a cage
Apologies upon apologies that's if it hurt
But I eat rappers, the rest of your crew were dessert
Big ambition, I got greater dreams of following
I eat money my haters got more pride to swallow
I take on them to make them feel bad man I'm slaving 'em
I'm facing them like a keg tray when I was young man I ate at 'em
My music old school sounds like Beethoven, I ace on them
Don't give a fuck what a make of them
I put the real on me, and then I put the fake on them
They had 10 problems then I'll probably be like 8 of them