Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Complaint, But.., artist - Rilès. Date of issue: 16.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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.» |