paroles de chanson Idle - Young Idols

Heir to the motherfucking throne
Just know I've been gone for so long
Competition lookin' like some fucking clones
Biting off a man's style, wishing they belong
But one song by me
Destroys your whole discography
Now you standing there with cold feet
Cause you can't rank with where I be

Who you tryna trick
When you mention foreign whip
You ain't really got that shit
You stay sucking dick
Talk about hitting licks
You ain't never thrown a fist
But reputation shows me you a bitch

Top dog of the group
Claimed it just like a coup
Feeling some type of mood
But I'm just getting in my groove
Might die from my vices
The man's life is trife bitch
I know that you like this
You can't even hide it
God complex to the max degree
Refer to me as your majesty
Don't try to steal my energy
We ain't in the same pedigree