Another Complaint, But..
Lyrics
Check check, motherfuckers don't you know
I'm the 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 I'mma scare their soul
And I'mma 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, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one
I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh
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 privilege, 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 fuck
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, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one
I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one
I don't know where this shit is going, ah
I don't know that I'm not the only one
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 don't know where this shit is going, huh huh (I really don't know)
I don't know that I'm not the only one (But I'm the only one)
I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one
(What? Wha, wha what? Listen, listen
You think you're the only one?
You really think you're the only one man?
Nah fuck that! You a bitch nigga!)
I know there's too many sharks in this game
But I'mma be careful, I'mma sweep everybody else that's gonna be on my way
Ouh! And I'mma kill all these motherfuckers
Writer(s): Riles Kacimi
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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