Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rilès (21) , by - Rilès. Release date: 25.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rilès (21) |
| I am not a hero |
| I am not a good guy |
| I know I will deceive ya' |
| But my vision ain’t yours |
| Unless proven otherwise |
| It’s me holdin' the reins |
| Hun? |
| I am not a hero |
| I am not a good guy |
| Fuck your reckoning |
| Yeah bruh |
| You’re watching when I speak |
| Listenin' when I paint |
| If you’re cripped, don’t swim |
| Bruh |
| Be the best, be the best. |
| Be that motherfucka |
| Be like this, more like him |
| Mislead me you sucka |
| Me the chief, you the creep |
| Shape me I destroy ya' |
| Me real Indi, well indeed |
| I can’t really trust ya' |
| Out of sight niggas |
| Corazon que no siente |
| Say my shit was better before |
| But y’all were not there |
| Literally sold 5 copies of my mixtape |
| Back in the days I believed in Chano’s independence |
| Huh |
| Livin' in the stud |
| Pass the bull |
| Morning afternoon |
| Enclosed in the cube |
| Work that groove |
| Always got the woo |
| Ideas step, I stew |
| All my beats |
| Got that genius brew |
| You better listen fool |
| I’m the one |
| Ain’t no room for two |
| Oh lord |
| On my K-Dot shit |
| Shoutout for the flow |
| Bruh |
| Gotta kill my beat |
| Say, Oh lord |
| I’m mooving so quick |
| You got 1 song |
| You’re on radio |
| You might have ate a dick |
| Yea my bad if my songs get a lil darker |
| Me don’t go outside anymore |
| Days be shaping like a looper |
| I don’t wake up, I can’t sleep |
| Cook a meal and make a beat |
| Two more, then finally got ten |
| Cuz never satisfied with me |
| But i see myself improving |
| I learned some shit I couldn’t see |
| Getting bette than EI-P |
| An closer to the D-R-E |
| Ricky Rubin, Timbo, 40 |
| I’m coming for your asses quick |
| I can and I’ll still be waiting |
| I ain’t got time but I got will |
| Twenty One years old |
| I work like five men |
| Never ever losing my momentum |
| Don’t speak english, yet they sing my anthems |
| Beats too good they don’t believe I made them |
| Rappper, Producer, Engineer, Video Director, Painter |
| I don’t give two fuck |
| If you think I say it too much |
| Oh lately they’ve been too many |
| To are about them toony niggas |
| Yeah too bad |
| Take a toothbrush |
| Cuz' your taste is doodoo |
| Now listen |
| He stated «sing for the hoes and rap for these niggas» |
| I’m Russ on steroids and Gogh on SSRIs |
| King Kunta with his feet |
| Swing, never switch my style |
| Life is short |
| Art is not |
| If i die my music won’t |
| Hey |
| Thank God I can breath |
| I can be what they can’t buy |
| Even when i’m weak |
| I’m sure I’m gon' fuck’em all |
| Thank God I can breath |
| I can be what they can’t buy |
| Your buzz is too fake |
| Your career is just a Vine |
| Oh |