paroles de chanson Rise - Kilo

Young Kilo he doing it better
Gettin the bread and he gettin the chedda
Dropping the bodies, I′m down by the lobby
Pull up in the lambo with blood on the leather
Eh, young motherfucker with villainous flow
Making it rain and I'm making it snow
Doing it finer, US to China
Reppin designer from head to the toe

Man I′m fucking ill and I shoot to kill
Getting so much green, all the cash I spill
On a really bad day get a hunnid k
On a really good day get a couple mill
And I'm moving stacks, not sitting still
Got so much ice finna catch a chill
King of the hill, man I've got the skill
Fat motherfucking whale all these rappers krill

To be frank, I don′t really give a fuck about your gram
All you step motherfuckers your entire feed is spam
Fake friends watch them scram when the shit go hit the fan
Don′t associate with snakes that don't really give a damn

All of the papers they chase
Rats in a race
Zombies they picking the pace
Pulling up in the Wraith
Looking at all these other motherfuckers, they losing their faith
Rappers they meet their demise
Trapanese and I bring the supplies
Young Kilo he up on the rise
Taking the heat going straight for the sun in my eyes

And I get a rack and I get a stack
And I ′pologize for the cardiac
Man I run this shit, I don't need the prac
Wanna fire track? Pass me the jack
And I′m eating good, they only get a snack
And they get a cent and I get a stack
These rappers whack, Kilo pick the slack
Now I've said my piece, I await the flak