paroles de chanson Presents - Rasti

You know that everything you say
Just sounds like all the rest
You think that you're the greatest
Well lets put you to the test
I bet you think I'm gonna
Waste a track with empty brags
But then I'd be more fragile
Then you calling people f
Little people spit
Think you're it
You're the guy
The whole time
Sell your soul
Suicide before I'd ever make a track
And say yeah I'm the best
I never ever rest
I'm working but I'm not
Me and my homies smoking pot
So original
Like every single music video
Doesn't have that
Admit it
You want money
But you want money for trash
Ay your're an idiot
And all your songs are hideous
You can't even write a verse
Without me feeling like I'm cursed
You just write your filler lines
Then throw a diss at some dumb guy
And tell your fans that they all suck
Like you're the one who made it up
Oh my gosh
Dial the ego down
You live in some small town
Doing flexes with your dads car
And acting like you hit the bar
Check your age and your sixteen
These twelve year olds so ify
Like he's so cute
Oh my gosh
But man he sucks
Oh no he's hot
He's so hot
His mom funds his entire career

Let me give it to you straight
Like an interstate
Music is so annoying
I can't even concentrate
Why not act your age
Instead of acting like something you ain't
And you better get to class
You don't wanna be late
Dead set on the couch
And be a bum
Never leave the house
And work up on them thumbs
Making music videos
Claiming that you're the best
A bunch of mumbo jumbo
Ain't that what he said
Here for the recognition
Well I'mma give it
Is this what God intended
You acting something you isn't
You should listen for a minute
You ain't the best living
So stop playing the system
And show your real addition
To the people that listen
You're like twelve
Claiming you've seen the worst
You've done it all
You came at a gangster
Rapping them songs
About cars girls and money
Hey man funny
You soft as a bunny
And try to get above me

Presents
Lil boys tryna rap
Bring it back
Matter of fact
I hear hey okay
My tracks are half okay
My music hits the bass
Get your ads out of my face
I swear to God you're really bad
Matty what'd you think of that
I could tell you how to stop making
The trash so you could know
Save our ears from all the pain
And I can teach you how to flow
We don't want it
Why you flaunt it
Like you got it
You can stop it
Please just drop it
All for money
No real topics
I can see through
Why just tell me why
He sound like Nate
Inside of all my rhymes
I'm filled with hate
Lies you always lie
See what's at stake
Why you make me die
Knock off