Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End, artist - Adam Calhoun. Album song Billy G.O.A.T., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ACal
Song language: English
The End |
| Still writing with a pen |
| Made in America shit |
| This that old school fifty shit |
| Shot up in the whip he got |
| Hit with the picky stick |
| But this is something different |
| Teach you how to rap a bit |
| But you don’t know the half of it |
| Half the shit you spit still sound like you practicing |
| What’s up with the fuck shit |
| I’m about to press this button |
| I’m just motherfucking thing, let it sing |
| This ain’t no telephone but I bet it still ring |
| I’m talking about a gun dummy |
| Forrest Gump, run from me |
| Rob you for your lunch money |
| Probably 'cause I’m still hungry |
| And everyone under me |
| Every motherfucker still want shit from me |
| They love you then they leave you then they love you again |
| I got money in the bank because I’m good with the pen |
| And I’ve been to the pen and this isn’t pretend |
| I give a hundred and ten and always will till the end |
| They love you then they leave then they love you again |
| So fuck em, I don’t need em, I ain’t fucking with them |
| It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends |
| I wonder if they’ll be there when it comes to an end |
| Class in session, rap style aggression |
| You could say I’m passionate about my profession |
| Got more flows then bass pros whole |
| Fishing pole selection |
| This about progression |
| You’ll see in just a second |
| You stuck in the mud |
| Take a seat, learn a lesson |
| What dumb fuck |
| I’m the best, no question |
| And If you disagree you can aim in my direction |
| I bet you miss every time |
| Like where the fuck did you learn how to rhyme |
| YouTube reactors missing every line |
| Like what the fuck |
| You deaf, dumb or blind? |
| (I'm not even trying) |
| Who’s next up in line |
| Trying to be friends shit |
| Dishing me your rhymes |
| Trying to get a mention |
| Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana |
| Fuck the pictures, fuck the cameras |
| Think you’re tough until you get handled |
| They love you then they leave then they love you again |
| So fuck em, I don’t need em, I ain’t fucking with them |
| It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends |
| I wonder if they’ll be there when it comes to an end |