paroles de chanson Door Closed - Kid Quill

Yeah, I used to rap with the door closed
Use to work at party city
Now I tour those
Mm, the flow sick like a sore throat
And we mean business every time
Yeah, sport coat
Oh, It's getting harder to reach me
Everything peachy
Yeah I bring my hair like Kolisi
Yeah, I did it by myself
Ain't nobody to teach me
Who you know that make it look this easy
Huh
Man its the music from the sole
Type that new grow old
Yeah, the smile went platinum
And the wrist went gold
Gotta' couple good stories
That would neva' get told
I don't wanna' die young
But I ain't tryna' get old
Man fuck it
I'm bout' to run up the budget
I love the game like I'm kissin' then hugging
But not in public
Homie, it's the one they been waitin' on
Damn, I ain't met a rapper that donet fuck fans
Yeah, this the one that will make you feel real good
I mean real good
Still friends with the kids in my yearbook
I ain't shaking hand with you unless the deals good
This time it's personal
It's so personal
If I don't fuck wit' chu then you gon be the first to know
And they mad
Cuz they don't rock the city like I do
Every time I step out it's
"Hi, how are you"
Well I'm good thanks for asking
I got fans, thats fantastic
These Internet rappers so fake
They plastic
I just went and took the cards
I was gonna learn magic
And if I did a deal with the devil
I'd come back with his head
They'd been watin' on my drop dawg
I feel like Zed
The old school with the new
I would sell a cassette
Man we just tryna' make music they won't forget
Hold up
Yeah, I do's this the most
Y'all already know how this thing goes
Don't make me clear my throat
If ya'll drunk in pairs
Just make sure they dope
I got the same number since flip phones
Mm, the same friends since the Flintstones
And they like
The higher the fall the higher I climb
I just came to give them goosebumps like R.L. Stine
I'm gone
Mm, real one from my neck to my feet
I get paid the way I'm blessing the beat
Imma be around forever yeah the flows antique
And the album so fire I don't care if it leaks
I keep my real friends with me 7 days of the week
I wake up, write a song, eat dinner, repeat
I ain't giving out my number, you can DM or Tweet
You can hit me on the snaps
I don't really do streaks
I heard these rappers getting signed
Hoping they keeping the receipt
Cuz the label bout to drop them when they hear abouta me
I'm a little hot-headed
I ain't got too cold feet
Who me
Who he
I ain't never bought a beat
And all these other axe sounded fishing like tofu
Me, I like sofu
Lil bit of whole food
My favorite mix drink is tequila and pro to's
God might forgive you dawg but I don't do redos