paroles de chanson Vapors - Tshego , Riky Rick , Nasty C

Im coming up like an elevator, elevator/
The haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors/ x 2
Nasty C:
They feeling the vapors, I wonder what it means to hate to them/
I wonder if they aspire to be the faker friends/
But fuck it its a lifetime and a minute too late for them/
I listen to the beats that were made for me like Im made for them/
Im always grinding, I never pick up the telephone/
I Set the bar, I set the pace and I set the tone/
I tip them off on every record they get me on/
Im a man of balance its only right I get left alone/
I reconciled with my father over some good food/
He told me nothing could travel slower than good news/
I never got the chance to make a mistake or a rookie move/
My run up is a subject you muthafuckas should look into/
My nigga made a silly move and its breaking my heart/
Makes me wonder if all his motives were fake from the start/
I mean gods got a lot in store for me and stacking up
And Im get rid of whoever shaking the cart, Im sorry/
Im just looking out for my future kids/
Not to say Im not no grateful for all the things that you did/
I love you for being cool with me, practically moving in/
If you wiling to fix yourself then I′ll empty your room again/
Trust me when I tell you its never to late/
It kills me how you just figured it was better to hate/
I bet it kills you when you realize Im all about my paper/
Im coming, Im coming, Im coming/
Im coming up like an elevator, elevator/
The haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors/ x 2
Riky Rick:
I couldnt see my mama on her birthday/
Im Feeling bad coz thats that women that birthed me/
And she the one who let me hustle in the first place/
I hope she understand hustling for 1st place/
I thought life is easy after you blow up/
I guess life is harder when u grown up/
Im stressed out Im thinking bout what to do/
When I started rapping it wasnt about the moves/
It was about, copping sneakers and macking hunnys/
Now its all about hype and making money/
And plus I got the tax man tryna take it from me/
I'll probably never make real million in this country/
I know alot of rappers who bubbling in the hood/
Im in a nice house they struggling in the hood/
So when they see me shining they probably thinkin Im good/
But I would rather chill with children instead of club/
This year was fucking crazy Im hoping I win a sama/
And even if I never I know its about the numbers/
I did this independent I did this shit by myself/
They saying they put me on they couldnt put on themselves/
I aint talking sales,
But these niggaz talked about sales
Niggaz probably couldnt talk about theirs/
I swear they pulling me down/
Mama told me I should smile when they frown/
Im coming up like an elevator, elevator/
The haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors/