paroles de chanson God Gave Me a Mouth - Miles Nautu

Yo
Sell you a penny for a dollar and a dollar for a dream
A twenty for a holla and a hundred for a stream
5K for a beat, hundred bands for a feat, huh
A dollar and a dream
But this dream cut a lotta fucking cheese
I ain't got a cent to rest on
Generational wealth starting at me
I ain't got a friend without none
And they asking me why I'm always hustling like a fiend, huh

My girl want a kid now
But I can't pay for food, even rentals out
1K for a week on a pad
You would think that I live in a fucking penthouse

Talking, "You just gotta wait, man"
Talking, "This shit just a side plan"
I'm saying this shit is my life, man
Fuck your shitty life plan
Talking about a bag that you made from your late grams

Lives opportune through your ma's friends, friends
My ma's up at night 'cause my ma's friend's dead
No one to my side but my girl and my bed
So I fall from my pureness to land in the bread
See, last time I lagged 'hind
Fell face-first in the cursed past dimes, none
So they chastise, "Why you waste your life?"
Fuck the hype, let you pass, nah
Blame me for my crowd, for my sound, for my past times
See, now I'll never let 'em judge me again
They gon' hear my name on TV like, "Where did he begin?
Oh, that kid, he was a fool, couldn't believe he was him"
So when they pay they fucking dues, I'ma pay for a Benz
Just to spite 'em that, despite them, I still made it my own
Without a dollar in my name to console
No one saving my soul
No one forcing me to slave to these droves
Taking my life to these lows, try disable my flows, yeah

I found myself in all this hate
And I know I won't get this chance again
So I stay driven
And I can't change
'Cause God gave me a mind

Yeah, huh
Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we
Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Bitch, it's me, myself, and I
Tryna cover up soul, but they fucking up my size
I guess no one on my side
But I don't need 'em anyway
I could disintegrate these rappers with my throwaways
Acting like they overpay
Really, they just overpaid
Lying, hissing children, all I see are fucking cobra snakes
This I cannot overstate, uh
Any minute, I'm forming through intuition
The force of imminent nature that's coursing towards the victim
The victim in question is the success of which I am destined
They tapping foot, keeping pressure
But fakers, I'm 'bout to overtake, uh
Mind is ticking, these jokers been tryna trick 'em
My vocals been heavy listened and posted in every system
They soon to ferry my mission and stealing my flows, imprisoned
I realise that your beats all been re-recorded and overlaid, uh

Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we
Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we
Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we (Yeah)
Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my own
Fuck the man, fuck the I, fuck the we
Fuck the ride, fuck the money, fuck the pride
Fuck it, do it on my— (Huh)

Soon, these people blow up my phone
And I ain't tryna hear that bullshit, tell 'em, "Leave me alone"
But I'm way too fly to land and got too many flows to ship through
So they needing my presence or they get turned into gristle
Like, Houston, we got an issue
Me and my team been reduced to ashes like fucking tissues
For fucking with Miles Nautu
Revolution like Malcolm, everyone else the middle
Young and killing like X, but my family keep it civil
For shizzle my nizzle, the greatest song around is just a tribute
The jays that I been smoking made dead presidents potent
The TEC-11 will soak 'em, consider that one a gift
If I don't mention your name, then you probably ain't worth shit
Rappers sucking my dick, producers sucking my dick
Everyone with some knowledge just bandwagoned my shit
But you can't blame 'em for freaking when Miles Nautu exists
Nobel like I just invented dynamite sticks, oh, shit