CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The End
Still writin' with a pen
Made in America shit
Were you recording that?
We might have to use that
This that old school 50s 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 practicin'
What's up with the f*ck shit
I'm 'bout to press this button
I'm just motherf*ckin' thing, let it sing
This ain't no telephone but I bet it still ring
I'm talkin' 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 motherf*cker 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 'til the end
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So f*ck 'em, I don't need 'em, I ain't f*ckin' 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 Pro's hoe
Fishin' 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 f*ck
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 f*ck did you learn how to rhyme
YouTube reactors missin' every line
Like what the f*ck
You deaf, dumb or blind?
(I'm not even tryin')
Who's next up in line
Tryin' to be friends shit
Dissin' me your rhymes
Trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana
f*ck the pictures, f*ck the cameras
Think you're tough until you get handled
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So f*ck 'em, I don't need 'em, I ain't f*ckin' 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
Made in America shit
Were you recording that?
We might have to use that
This that old school 50s 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 practicin'
What's up with the f*ck shit
I'm 'bout to press this button
I'm just motherf*ckin' thing, let it sing
This ain't no telephone but I bet it still ring
I'm talkin' 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 motherf*cker 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 'til the end
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So f*ck 'em, I don't need 'em, I ain't f*ckin' 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 Pro's hoe
Fishin' 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 f*ck
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 f*ck did you learn how to rhyme
YouTube reactors missin' every line
Like what the f*ck
You deaf, dumb or blind?
(I'm not even tryin')
Who's next up in line
Tryin' to be friends shit
Dissin' me your rhymes
Trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana
f*ck the pictures, f*ck the cameras
Think you're tough until you get handled
They love you then they leave then they love you again
So f*ck 'em, I don't need 'em, I ain't f*ckin' 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
