paroles de chanson Both Pictures - Leon Vegas

Alright, I'm done with all the begging for attention, bitch
I don't want none, no, because I'm ahead of it
I wanna give it all a shot, I wanna make a hit
Cause I'm CVTE, yeah, this the year that we're gon make it big
I've been fucked up for a minute, I can barely breathe
Yeah, I'm stuck in the abyss and I can barely see
What you want from me? Motherfucker, are you still in need?
What you want from me? Motherfucker, you ain't fooling me
Level up, I'm the bar, that's why they try reaching me
Fuck a fraud, I'm the only one who stick by what I see
Yah, they ain't getting what they asking for from me
Yah, I'm embedded in their vision, they can see
Yeah, they gon bite, bite, try start a fight, fight
I'm Ye, I'm on sight, get paid when on mics
So if I stay here and kill it, I wonder if your opinions
Will maybe change just a lil bit, with all these beats I've been killing
I demolish all the feelings that the girls have for me
You embellish all your thoughts, don't pretend to act in need
I'm like "Wait, did you think you're better than me?"
I'm like "Hey, you stuck in elementary"
You ain't never testin' me, bitch boy, run your mouth
Not no killer like I'm Collin but I'll silence the foul
Shit I hear from you, talkin' like I'm from the South
I put the fear in you, so you stay hidin' on your couch
They want me rapping, I'm going back to the basics
Fuck you mean? You don't get what I've been saying
I'm searching for my competition like John Cho
Then I hurl at what I'm fucking seeing, that shit's a joke
Wow, danglin' my chain to distract from the pain
That you causing, all that shit rottin' my brain
Like Yung Thot giving brain, we've seen it all before
I Am In A Lot Of Pain, shoutout Davon, he up, yuh
Sittin' here, waiting for my Distrokid check
Wonder, yeah, if I'll ever love a bitch, ayy
Do you care what I say? Do you care if I rhyme?
Is it fair if I make my money right?
Alright, sure, I move on pretty quickly from my exes
It is so depressing, yeah, I'll just thank u, next, bitch
I'ma take my tool, pen to pad, I'll just craft hits
They don't wanna hear it though, they just want the next thing, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Ayy)
Give a fuck 'bout the pad
They want me to rap and they wanting it fast
And they wanting me crazy, they want me to snap
Yeah, they want me to go off, they want me all mad
And they want me to go with that bitch, yeah
They want me to go with that bitch
Want me to go hard while I'm rapping this shit
But they don't wanna give me credit, hey