paroles de chanson The End - Pryde

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Smoking Kermit while I hide out like a hermit
And I'm stressin' 'bout my moolah
When I've really been through worse shit
I don't know if people listen to these verses,
But the shit I say is curtains; negativity ain't worth it
I tried to tell 'em once, tried to tell 'em twice, bitch I'm nice
Throw a stack at her like 'Buy the shit you like'
Wish I did that shit for mom when she was on this Earth alive
But she's gone and never gonna see my famous side of life
Gah damn (Yeeeeeeeah)
Pat by my side, he a blessing
Quick to beat a motherfucker up if they come test me
I'm sure everybody got close homies,
They don't gotta be day ones to be with you when you're lonely
Break that bread, motherfucker, like it's Eucharist
Holy bitch I'm married to the money and faithful through matrimony
Bad bitches console me, bad bitches ain't know me,
So I put 'em in my videos while other rappers phony
How you gon' talk bitches when none of them are a vision?
How can you speak money, but none of you get to spend it?
How do I speak to people if nobody ever listens?
Been doin' this for a decade, people ask me how I'm livin'
"Why haven't you blown up? Why haven't you reached the charts?"
I've been asking all the questions you've been asking since the start
Yeah, I signed to a label, they ain't dropped me, I just left
No hard feelings, I just thought that independence felt the best
This for Pop, this for sis, this for bro, this is it
I've been writing like you ain't readin, I'm writing 'cause it's legit
I'm writing this from the heart, ain't stuntin' to get my image up
My city don't respect me, forget it man, I don't give a fuck
All these blog lists about the top artist,
Leavin' my name out like I ain't got stardom
Like I ain't held a fanbase for a couple years,
Shed a couple tears and how I'm 'bout to be
The one that all these rappers fuckin' fear
Rappin' like I'm angry,
But all these people act like they don't have to understand me
People, they talk that shit like they gon' pull up in a song
I tell 'em they better kill me if they really got the balls
First I watch my momma cry,
Then I watch my momma die so if you
Wondering, I'm already tired of this life
But I'm still standing here, motivated through trouble
Love, Russell
Don't worry, I love you
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