Текст песни 15 Minutes - Pres

Yeah, hey
Turn the auto-tune up a little bit
Yeah, yeah, aye, aye

Making real shit, they don't wanna listen
They just wanna yell drugs, guns, bitches
I just wanna help my momma make a living
Think I'm gonna sell my soul just to get it

Making bangers 'cause I know the people play 'em
They buggin' me for songs, that's why I just spray 'em out
I'm sleeping good, but they working 'till the AM
'Cause I just gotta mumble words, don't care if I say 'em
I just need the beat to hit, only way I reach the kids
Labels offering 360 deals, damn, I needed this
Can't you see I'm rich, I believe the pricks
All you need's a deal and make some trap songs
The big dogs will always need a bitch

Making real shit, they don't wanna listen
They just wanna yell drugs, guns, bitches
I just wanna help my momma make a living
Think I'm gonna sell my soul just to get it
Looking at my momma, can't believe I did it
Whole 2 years, I've been on a mission
Finally seeing my short term winnings
People only want 15 minutes

15 minutes of fame, that's all I see in this lane
You can play 1 C.O.D. game in that time frame
But I got a campaign, my price ain't the same
How many people popped off last year, the number's insane
How many of y'all gon' actually remember their names
That's what's keeping me away from making fun shit
Ain't trynna fade out of the game, I'm trynna run it
Instead of hearing my song at every single function
I'd rather sell out the Garden, smell my flowers from hustling

Making real shit, they don't wanna listen
They just wanna yell drugs, guns, bitches
I just wanna help my momma make a living
Think I'm gonna sell my soul just to get it
Looking at my momma, can't believe I did it
Whole 2 years, I've been on a mission
Finally seeing my short term winnings
Wait a minute, I'm the GOAT
Fuck 15 minutes, I'm