Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Me, artist - BackWordz. Album song Veracity, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Stay Sick
Song language: English
Tell Me |
I be YG Rippa; |
used to be the moniker |
An honorable mention it was |
But now I seem to sign up for other things |
Eric, Rippa, you get either one of 'em |
When I say I’m no longer playing, I don’t mean the carnival |
Y’all softer than cotton candy |
Sweeter than a funnel cake |
I’m knowing that you gonna hate |
But tell your dad his son’s a fake |
I steady grind from sun to eight |
I’m talking eight the next day |
That’s why you getting lapped |
And I’m already on my next pace |
Gone, and I’m shot calling alone |
Like Jerry Jones or Jerry Sloan |
I’ve never feared a scary moment |
And I’m up on it, the opportunity is golden |
But you should hold up if you’re thinking I’d fold up, dawg |
Metaphorically my balls bigger than the Trump Tower |
Or the Eiffel one, and you ain’t gotta like it once |
I’m itching for success like a head that got the lice in 'em |
And this is elementary since 10 I’ve been ciphering |
I ain’t never had nobody tell me that I would fall and they were right |
And I ain’t never had nobody tell me that I ain’t never put up a fight |
This track is aimed at the lame cats |
That can’t rap but want to claim that the kang’s back |
Come on, all I see is clones, homes |
I’m saying that you drones can’t rap; |
Spitting whack, singing the same crap |
I’m not liking you. |
It’s the truth that I might be rude |
Dang quit biting dude, swipe or no swiping dude |
And I mean right now, as weak as you might sound |
But like an underground water tunnel, you need to pipe down |
And it’s so retarded. |
It’s like y’all get together in booths |
Just to see who be spitting the most garbage |
And after that, y’all pick the ones that speak the most trash |
Cosign him and sackride him until his nuts crash |
What’s that? |
Who gave these people a bus pass? |
I’m pissed, I’m agged, plus mad |
Somebody put a muzzle on him |
Need to shush that, hush that |
People don’t know what’s good or what’s bad |
Y’all done confused somebody making the latest moves |
For somebody that’s actually spitting and has paid his dues |
I’m aching to move. |
Steady slaying these faking fools |
Not debating to dumb my raps down for the sake of you |
Nowadays since rap is no longer talent based |
That’ll make people completely forget the database |
And it baffles me |
So I’m here ridding the rapping game |
With insecticides like it’s Rapper Raid |