Текст песни Right Now! - aliosha

Dont need a reason to go off
But I got so many to choose from
I'm usually not one to show off
But if nobody gon do something
Allow me to set the record straight
Skinny but I can contend with the heavyweight
Know that my family could've seen better days
Aint have a plate went to bed with a bellyache

My stomach been rumbling since
Hungry when I was a youngin I didn't have shit
That type of mentality sticks
Rappers don't want it with me when I spit ravenous
Don't need a snap or a kick or a snare or a drum
Or a beat cause this flow is so sick
The program I owe it to Trip, aliosha, my homies
They know I was chosen to win
And that's why the boy goin' in

Right to the top imma break through the gate if it's locked
Tell the goats better save me a spot
Don't know my name it's best out the county of shade
On my grave imma say that a lot
Playing with me or my family's suicide boy
Might as well go and play with your glock
When it's loaded and cocked
Told you I'm never gon stop

Until I'm dead
That is the only way that I won't win (yeah, yeah)
Dosing off pills
Not even then can I nod to your shit
This what it is
All of the shit that you see here
Yeah all this shit belongs to me
Fuck do you mean
None of us ever been pussy not even
When we been around it
Always go right for the throat
I know i'm hitting a nerve
With this
I am up early, with
Torches to burn these bridges
This the consequence
All of those who against me
Asking you who is they?

Cause I'm the only dead man talking, what you say

Don't need a reason to go off
Clip isn't on me to show off
Bitch it is loaded and ready to spray
Bitch I'm unholy and you are my prey
I set my sight an op
Measure twice fore I shoot
Only needing 1 shot
Told you I'm never gon stop
Till the top
Of the charts
Where my name sitting on
I feel like Natsu
I be bringing flames on the song
If you in pain I brought salt
For the wound that I caused
My engine still revving
No sight of exhaust
I am electrified
Just by the way that I'm riding this beat
Justified weight that I moved on the streets
By using the profits to pay for this heat
Just in: you'll die if you go against trip c
I know these rappers have bit me
Treat imitation like it's flattery
I got these hoes shaking cake
And I'm battering
I am veteran
I done earned medals with metal
I'm in the meadow of death
Pulling strings like Gepetto
Way too much drive
Got my foot on the pedal
While yall are stuck pedaling
Rhymes that ain't special
Like hello

What is your problem?
Say goodbye to all your hopes and dreams
I'm boutta rob them