paroles de chanson villain - Lilbubblegum

$upreme, you're a bitch

Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown
Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home
Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove
They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros (wait)
Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down
I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground
Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel
I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud

Look, there's a price to the ice, not the cash, but a life
Got me questioning, like, "Why did you do it for that ride?"
That's my brother and my slime, I can't accept what you decide
Got the keys in yo' hands, don't accelerate that light
I've been sick and tired of lies that I'm tellin' myself
I've been lettin' all my pride get in the way of my health
Reminiscing every time that I'm feeling that belt
That's the prize, it's worth more than trophies stacked on my shelf

Accomplishments, I'm way too positive, you thinking negative
While I've been thinking quite the opposite, I used to have no pot to piss
Was quiet, now I'm confident but only within moderate
Surpassed every record, that's only counting my whole continent
One hundred milly, for really, estimate, not approximate
Fire KILLY, my city pyro, it need some oxygen
Got hella biddies, I pity them because they Protestant
Shiesty, no Pooh, I stay winning, they turn to apologist

She rip my clothes, Beyblade
That's a red flag, mayday
I done dropped out of my school, but I be dux in rap game
Forget the labor, and all the papers on dark nights, it's rained
All my fears became nightmares, shit had me haunted by Crain

Catch me with my slatt, slatt
ESO got my back, back
"Put us on the map, man"
"Don't be tryna cap, man"
It's so ironic and I'll be honest that they mad, mad
Tall poppy syndrome, you know it's real, it's a fact, man (It's a fact, man)

Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown
Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home
Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove
They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros
Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down
I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground
Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel
I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud (yeah)