Another Complaint, but..

Muhfucka

Mic check, motherfuckers, don't you know?

I'm the only one who knows

I came in this book of shame

I ain't talkin' Fifty Shades

But this rap game where I whip them all

Talkin' 'bout how we're bangin' our head on walls

But we still ain't got no coins

No Mario, merrier, we bros

Every time I spit a rhyme, Rilès convicted for crime

'Cause I murder all of these ****

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 blowin' your penis

Got no bills but I got bars and balls

To kill every faker, pretendin' to be seers

They might see that I'ma scare their souls

And I'ma 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 praisin' myself but self-conscious, I run, I run, I run

Where this shit is goin', 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 goin', uh-huh

I don't know that I'm not the only one

I don't know where this shit is goin', uh-huh

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 privilege, I am not white and neither black

I'm just a French muhfucka, I want 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 fuck (Fuck)

Damn, another basic complaint about how these rappers suck

I'm praisin' myself but self-conscious, I run

Where this shit is goin', 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 goin', uh-huh

I don't know that I'm not the only one

I don't know where this shit is goin', uh-huh

I don't know that I'm not the only one

I don't know where this shit is goin', uh

And I don't know that I'm not the only one

I wanna taste the cake, I wanna snatch the game

Freestylin' with style and your blind and I'm more than insane

We're all starvin' for fame, to end up like Cobain

When I don't talk to them, I'm makin' too much gains

My mind's free, my time's not

I ain't got time for games

I'm hatin' everybody, why? I mean, I can explain

I see too many spoon fed **** proliferatin'

This ain't a fucking competition

If you got no team to wash your ass

I really wonder what you'd be doin'

But I'm blamin' the industry for bein' caught in the trend, ya know

You know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

I ain't got no plays on my songs

I ain't got no views on my videos

But I still fuck these ****, fuck that

I don't know where this shit is goin', uh-huh (I really don't know)

I don't know that I'm not the only one (That I'm the only one)

I don't know where this shit is goin', uh-huh

I don't know that I'm not the only one