Another Complaint, But...

Tchak tchak, motherfuckers don’t you know

I’m the only, only one who knows

I came in this book of shame

I ain’t talking fifty shades

But this rap game where I whip them all

Talking ‘bout that we’re banging our head on walls

But we still ain’t got no coins

No mario, merrier we bros!

Everytime I spit a rhyme, rilès convicted for crime

‘Cause I murder all of these niggas

And you say you’re a genius, the chosen of the chosen

Like a thousand other postulants

You say you’re a lyricist, you’re just blowing your penis

Got no bills but I got bars and balls

To kill every fakers, pretending to be seers

They might see that imma scare their soul

And imma sow their scars, already see them sob

Motherfuckers don’t you know I’m on?

Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck

I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run

Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun

I still murder my pray, rilès in iron, iron, iron!

I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun

I don’t know that I’m not the only one

I ain’t got no money, plus I ain’t got none of your contact

I ain’t got no priviledge, I am not white and neither black

I am just a frech-ass motherfuck- I wan’t some payback

Look at the work I did you see how many people give a fuck

A fuck, a fuck, they don’t give a fuck, they don’t give a fuuuuuuuuck

Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck

I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run

Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun

I still murder my pray, rilès in iron, iron, iron!

I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun

I don’t know that I’m not the only one

I don’t know where this shit is going, hun

I don’t know that I’m not the only ooooone

I wanna taste the cake, I wanna snatch the game

Freestylin’ with style and your blind and I’m more than insane

We all starving for fame, to end up like cobain

When I don’t talk to them, I’m making too much gains

My mind’s free, my time not

I ain’t got time for games

I’m hating everybody, why?

I mean, I can explain

I see too many spoon-feed niggas proliferating

This ain’t a fucking competition

If you got no team to wash your ass

I really wonder what you’d be doing

But I’m blaming the industry for being caught in the trend, you know

You know what I’m saying?

You know what I’m talking ‘bout?

I ain’t got no plays on my songs

I ain’t got no views on my videos

But I still fuck these niggas, fuck that!

I really don’t know

But I am the only one

Whaaaat? Wha- wh- what? Listen, listen

You think you’re the only one?

You really think you’re the only one man?

Naaaaaah fuck that! You a bitch-nigga!

I know there’s too many sharks in this game

But imma be careful, imma sweep everybody else that’s gonna be on my way

Ouh! And imma kill all these motherfuckers