paroles de chanson Carry the One - J.SHEP

Ya'll should carry the one over
Stay in proximity like walkie-talkie
Be wary bout what you say I'm God's soldier
I shoulder the burden of keeping you in check when you older

I'm feeling like, Mike Jack when he sober
A smooth criminal when I hit this floater
Who blocking the shots, I'm blocking the thots
Tryna give my mind some clarity
You embarrassing, I'm unfairly
Killing them all off, criminal activity
The way I pop up out of nowhere
And move shii around without you noticing me
Paranormal activity, the way I'd have you talking to board like ouija
Scared and pissed like Luigi
I'm smooth with the bars, they Fiji
You'd swear I was Lavar, but my shooters don't carry BB's
They like to blow out niggas kidneys
Leave them leaking while they singing
Call that Mariah Carey, is you fucking, kidding me

I'm feeling revived with this
I got a fire under my ass, I'm the hottest shii
I'm saying, I'm pushing buttons so good
That Mary couldn't Poppin it
I feel like Gregg Popovich
The way I fathered you niggas with this rapping shii
You should be inspired, you should have desire
To beat ya father at what you most passionate about
But easily I ain't given in
You better aim for the head if you strike and hit
Watch yo mouth I might smack ya lip
You get reprimand if you speak with ill intent
Backhanded compliment, hol on, I'm a punch back in

We here nigga
I'm on these niggas headtops for real

Backhanded compliments, are words of affirmation to me
That lets me know you scared of the potential you see
You tried to shoot my dreams down
But this ribbon I'm still waving in the sky
I'm an olympian, you a wannabe
A regular homo-sapien, to you I am an alien
Nothing you ever expected
You mad cause I done perfected
The formula of which is next it
Ya yes man gassed ya shii, but I just next it
That shii is not a hit, it's a disgrace to the culture
A disgrace to the genre, disgrace to ya mama
Count up commas all you want to
But I know deep inside you wish the talent you could flaunt too
I'll continue working my factory job while I haunt you
Hut two, one-two step, you not ready for the euro's
We can go pound for pound, never bar for bar
Cause my shii authentic, yours is just subpar
You putting pars, I'm hitting albatrosses
You counting my wins, I'm counting your losses
Nobody know who I am, but in terms of competition
I'd say you lost it
So go get ya best writer, go book the most expensive studios
Get yo best engineers, I'm standing on all the piers
That yo whole catalogue is very basic on the common basis
This just a warning shot to you rap niggas, I'm low on patience