Текст песни Untitled - Young Kye

It's real rap and all we state is facts
I believe most rappers are selling crack
The only difference: not all of you make careers from it
Not all you niggas lost peers and lost some years from it
Yeah, mix the flake with the baking soda
Got that potent ratio that make the nittys phone us
Give me my credit before I die, homie
I'd serve life before I let you take this life from me
Then you see Eve drifting away
This is God, baby, why you wanna listen to snakes?
Guess we're all one foot from the grave
Stomach ache from the fruit that I ate
Revelations, I had
Good intentions for these niggas, yeah, they all hate me
Should've let a nigga die instead of soul-saving
Midi rappers run the game, yeah, it's all crazy
'Cause I'm that nigga with the sauce, but it's all gravy
Yeah, we're all famous till it's all faded
Gang-bangers till it's all cases
Still, I owe you niggas no favours
I'ma write till we all make it, till it's all major
Six-figure deals, contracts signing with champagne
Last year, I was suicidal
Niggas watched me unravel, now I'm unrivaled
This is what they didn't want, but this is untitled
Yeah, always said I'd be the one to get the one-up
Any violations, raise the gun up, I thought I'd be the
One these niggas never make fun of
It's funny how it change in the blink of an eye
Niggas still living a lie
Bucked my ex on a winter night (cold)
She didn't know I was even alive
Two kids by her so-called friend
I mean, who cares? I hope he's treating you right
You set me up for my next one
Who just became a ex one
Same story but different women, same pain
Guess she was just like you
Trust issues, how much must I lose? Yeah
Abandoned by niggas I'd probably help again
No trust for these niggas, I'm by myself again
Retail habit, I'm up in Selfridges
Like I don't know what selfish is
I rap songs till I got no more of myself to give
You won't get the meaning of these words if I filter this
Greatest ever, most you rappers still telling fibs
(Fakest ever)
Everybody's taking lives and selling bricks
That's why I got no kids for the moment, man of the moment
Rap game fucked up but I feel like I own it, yeah
That's my ego speaking
Murmurs in the industry and I ain't even peaking
I ain't even sleeping
I'm coming for every pagan until it's even-stevens
The bad thing about keeping secrets is keeping secrets
The summer's mine, on Mani's life, I really mean it
The end is coming and you really feel it
Voodoo, prayers, the spirits from the other side
Late nights, struggle with the demons
It's only ends when someone dies
It's homicide, homicide

It was all good when we was only fucking
Now we just argue over nothing 'cause
You don't wanna be untitled
(Untitled)
It was all good when we was only fucking
Now we just argue over nothing 'cause
You don't wanna be untitled
(You don't wanna be untitled)