paroles de chanson Prepotent (Freestyle) - Cort Melor

I took my time with the lessons
20 years alive without any online presence
Studied the legends from the side
I spent my adolescence biting nails
It turned me to a menace, now I'm wild
I was silent for too long, now I'm violent
I spoke quietly
Do you know how it feels to be made fun of but you're still sitting and smiling
Taking it in, trying to mind you own business
Outside it looks like you are hiding the riot inside of you
No point in fighting, you know already you gon' get beat up like this beat when I'm Rhyming
'Cause every time I tried and stood up to a bully
I just got pushed around more like a car without a fuel in-side it
Whose side you're on
You need to decide
This is the last time I'm playing
Rest assured I'll leave your face pallid
I'm from underground, down here we aren't singing no ballads
I was brought up by the legends, killing MC's is a habit
Fuck your designer fabrics
Don't give a fuck if y'all trending, kid without a talent
You say your style is out of the planet
But highest you'll get is below my roof so it's true you are attic
Who let the druggy start rapping
I'm independent so I can say freely you look like a faggot
What happened to du-rags and baggy pants sagging
You dress like a bitch
That's not a shirt that's a skirt
How you gon' try to impress somebody dressed like a girl
Shit is nuts, I got no respect for you
Rainbow looking dork
I would need every shade of every color just to draw you
Enjoy your 5 minutes of fame
You know you won't be remembered even with all that publicity gained
I'm ashamed for you
That's why I turn my anger to a weapon and aim for you
This game ain't for you
Put the controller down, it's too late for you
You're fooling yourself your friends love you, your parents love you, your fans love you
Money changes those around you remember that shit
Funny how only when they're around you they riding your dick
And when your album flops good luck with those face tats getting a regular job
Labels find replacement easy, it's no biggie if you get dropped
They fire rappers like you every day
One day you're platinum selling, next day you're in the shade
So all you mumble bumble gimmicks I advise you to stay in your lane
Like I stay in mine, I never claimed to be a gangster or a thug
I know nothing 'bout that life, but I'm somewhat sick on mic
I'll on mic, I kill on mic, I spill my life on mic
I'm twice times 10 what you're on mic
But don't wanna be braggadocious too much
I hear too much of that already on radio
No wonder I ain' on radio, I don't appeal to millennials
So let me switch the flow
Hit some more radars
This way I'll become rich with poor
Vocabulary, this area's scary
Too much at stake with so little to get back
But I'm ready to get back at anybody who snaps at me
Imma use my Trump card
Let's make rap great again

In my garden only money trees grow
Only money trees grow
In my garden only money trees grow
Only one can be GOAT