Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raised by the Internet, artist - Caskey. Album song Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Raised by the Internet |
Raised by the internet |
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes; |
incorrect |
Yeah, eyes closed, intellect |
My generation never die, it’s a bet |
Raised by the internet |
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes; |
incorrect |
Ayy, eyes closed, intellect |
My generation never die |
My generation never die |
When my bones cigarillo dry |
Celebrate for my souls in vanilla sky |
In the larger scheme of things, we say, «Hello, bye» |
Only one shot at life, but we settle, why? |
Fuck Illuminati, kick the system with my shell toes |
Made my enterprise off ecstasy and elbows |
New Chanel bag, overshop on Melrose |
She like attention, naked pictures on her cell phones |
Me? |
I be poppin' pills, tryin' to populate my ills |
Pops lacked communicative skills, paid the bills |
Left me and my momma, sister broke, I had to build |
My mind the only sword that I could wield, so I killed |
Any bitch ass rapper tryna show the skin and say he ill |
Y’all mumble ass some bullshit, I can’t understand the feel |
Y’all flash a lot of weapons, you ain’t go pop somethin' real |
Y’all, only generation know just how it feel |
Raised by the internet |
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes; |
incorrect |
Yeah, raised by the internet |
My generation never die, it’s a bet |
Yeah, raised by the internet |
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes; |
incorrect |
Yeah, raised by the internet |
My generation never die, it’s a bet |
Momma sing me lullabies in my native tongue, ayy ayy |
A hunnid forty characters of love, ayy ayy |
Slide into my DMs like a tongue, ayy ayy |
Snap it one more time and make me cum, ayy ayy |
Now everybody say that they the plug, ayy ayy |
You pull up on 'em and they out of drugs, ayy ayy |
Where I’m from, everybody bloods, ayy ayy |
Least that’s what they say, but I can’t trust it, ayy |
Oh, gun inside my coupe big as a musket, ayy |
Pray I don’t bust it, ayy, they tryna disrupt it, ayy |
They wanna catch up to me, take all of mustard, ayy |
But shit, they rushed it, ayy, they way too flustered, bae |
I’m way too calculated, you kicked out, you hate it |
Once they see you in the streets, all that sideways talk 'bout how you |
overrated turn to, «How you made it?» |
«How you on so much drugs, not sedated?» |
«You still fuck with Baby? |
Ain’t that shit with him and Lil Wayne crazy? |
He gon' pay you, dog, for your rhymin' skills?» |
«Ain't you sittin' inside that Panamera Forgiatos, dog? |
How that feel?» |
«You see Nicki ass in person? |
I don’t know if that shit real» |
«I just Googled your net worth, it say you worth a hunnid mill» |
«I just clocked out of my nine-to-five, I got a drug to deal |
I’ma be as famous as you when I make it out of here» |
Out the stratosphere where my thoughts intersect |
Just a bunch of young motherfuckers, raised by the internet |
Raised by the internet |
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes; |
incorrect |
Raised by the internet |
My generation never die, it’s a bet |
Raised by the internet |
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes; |
incorrect |
Raised by the internet |
My generation never die, it’s a bet |