paroles de chanson my shit - Kxmcxle

(Yuh, aye, yuh, I know that you likin' this beat)
(I know that you likin' this beat, yuh, aye)
(Wait, I know that you likin' this beat, hold on)
(I know that you likin' this beat, hold on, hold on)
This life ain't easy
The pain in my head is repeatin'
I'm battlin' all of my demons
I used to be geekin' off all of those meds I was tweakin'
This rappin' shit looking real easy, it's not
But i promise i'll be at the top, and I'm never gone flop
Only smokin' on green no wok, no xans in my system
That shit made my vision just drop
So i had to go stop
(Yeah)
They would call me a fuck up
And the reason was good, but shit
Ima get up and grind til' the sun up
And then i continue to write all these rhymes if you run up on me better luck up
Better buck up, no mario shit Ima one up
He putting that gun up, he shaking he fumbled that bitch what a bummer
I'm guessing his lucks up, aye
You pull up on me then I'm sending you backwards
Hey look it's a whole lotta hazards
I'm tryna' go run up this shit but i feel like i'll shatter
I'm praying to god cause he matters
And he said that he with it that boy is a actor
He be talking on me cause that boy is a bastard
Preachin' this shit but i am not a pastor
I'm a musician don't call me a rapper, uh

Better yet, call me a artist
This beat sound gas, like i farted
(Fart)
Bro i think all my feelings departed
Cause i don't feel em'
He talk on my family i'll feel like i have to go kill em'
Put him up in a bucket of acid won't spill him
Cut him out of his shirt, strip him out of his denim
Like i said if he talk on my family i'll get him
But fuck it I don't gotta say that shit
Click the link to my music and play that shit
He be talkin' on twitter, but won't say that shit
To my face, damn, he a lame that's it
Yeah he nothin' else but a bitch
If you hatin' on me you can suck my dick
Light a blunt up you know Ima pluck my Bic
I can promise that you bout a love my shit
Yeah I ain't talkin' bout doo doo I'm talking bout music
She want me to hit it no Nike let's do it
Wouldn't go to a class I would always be truant
That shit didn't matter i promise i'll prove it
Yeah i be trappin' in music I'm serving these songs like it's crack and you use it
I'll blow in this bitch and i know you ain't knew it
Keep dissin' on me but my vision is fluent

Better yet, call me a artist
This beat sound gas, like i farted
(Fart)
Bro i think all my feelings departed
Cause i don't feel em'
He talk on my family i'll feel like i have to go kill em'
Put him up in a bucket of acid won't spill him
Cut him out of his shirt, strip him out of his denim
Like i said if he talk on my family i'll get him
But fuck it I don't gotta say that shit
Click the link to my music and play that shit
He be talkin' on twitter, but won't say that shit
To my face, damn, he a lame that's it
Yeah he nothin' else but a bitch
If you hatin' on me you can suck my dick
Light a blunt up you know Ima pluck my Bic
I can promise that you bout a love my shit