Текст песни Puppet - Sun Light

Yea, Yea, Ha
Wyshmaster Beats
Eminem Show, Book Of Ryan, N9na, MMLP
Grow strings and take control of me

Take me for a puppet, grab the strings, bro I love it
Got the greats above me judging every subject that I touch on
Following my idols up until the day I'm in my coffin
Struggling to be my own man, the strings is what they tug on
Man I'm bugging, nah, at the start I loved following you guys
Vibing to you and I'm in your stride
In your shadow so much that I'm in your mind
I'm talking 'bout Royce, Eminem and N9ne
Talking 'bout Marshall, Aaron and Ryan
Following them 'til the day I die, following them 'til the day I die, die
Even though I'm young I'm still eligible to be gaining respect
Spitting thеse songs with my mouth at their necks
And I'm wrеcking the beat but collecting no cheques
Don't need the money to be motivated, but I'm racing
Through these damn tracks, while my peers, they be over-hating
Just tryna flex and let everybody know I'm Satan
Flowing crazy, every time I write a rap you know I slay them
With my arsenal of lyric weapons, grab the bars and set them
Life is hard, I'm stressing, but I'm on a large ascension
Know the syllables I'm stressing, even way before I've said them
Even way before I read them, take a look at my momentum
Producers coming in from every direction
Wyshmaster, Sena and Woodzy, my brethren
Next album is better a larger selection
Write it, record it then send it to Heaven
Just tryna become the person that I want to be
Let loose of the strings that are tugging me
Not listening to them who be judging me
'Cause this side of Sam's what they want to see
I'm a marionette, call me Robert Romeo
I carry a breath like a car on a repo
I bury my stress when I severe their heads
They get very upset when I'm wooing the people
They gotta accept I'm the best in my field
I sound mad when I spaz but don't tell me to chill
When I started, this helped me to get out my feels
I write pain on the page and the show how I feel, mane
Following Shady, Dreamville, Strange, been crazy this long but I'm still sane
How is it that I don't play violin but I'm still being tugged on by real strings
Pull out my scissors and cut that down, break free from 'em when I bust that sound
I'm not pushing them into the background but I need space to develop rap now
Not a puppet now, the demons are gone, so are the black clouds
The rain's all over and Sun's back out and I'm not letting up 'til I clutch that crown
Never holding back, back, listen to me when I'm quoting facts
No love, my heart is cold and black and I don't play, don't call me Joker, Dax
That was not a diss, I like the way that he be ripping and the rhymes he spit
I add another string every time I listen to another artist and the bars he bring
Added Lil Wayne a while ago, Jehry Robinson and King Iso
Joyner, Logic, Hopsin, that guy Cole, Boogie, Conway, Westside, yo
They're my idols, but how many more strings can I hold
At this point it's like I'm convincing my soul
I need to let the people know that I still can flow, understand I'm not digging my hole
No shovel, told y'all scissors in my hands, told 'em all to shut up 'fore I kill 'em with my pen
In a minute I'm gonna be billing 'em with 10s to prove that it pays off listening to Sam
You might think when I cut the strings that I'mma fall to the ground and never get up
Well let me tell you that I'm stronger than ever and that my songs have been better
And starting now I'mma never let up
So I'll rise above 'em all with the mic I'm clutching strong
When I write another song, people follow me along
Phase 2 is coming so brace for the Sun and
I'm here to tell you all from here on that I'll never be a puppet