Aguila Beats - ForTheKids lyrics

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Aguila Beats - ForTheKids lyrics

[Intro: MvdS & Emperor Aguila] I now present to you...MvdS This one is for my fellow 14 to 20 old kids Who like me, got the attention span of a goldfish Let's face it fam, you know it's true So to kinda go with that, I put this lil remix together Get it interesting, keep it moving Lemme know what you think [Verse 1] Momma said be honest, be modest, I can't be both She also said that those who say they do good usually don't Man, that's two bars in and two wisdoms already broke I'm sorry, Ma, but bare with me, I'll buy you a home This is not 'bout what we are, this what we can be People who can let their parents live rentfree Do we even realize we'll rule the world in 20 years? Jesus move on over, we will take the wheel and steer Maybe I am wrong, cause this just an observation But I feel like we're a pretty clueless generation Could it be cause of smartphones? The world that we were raised in? Or am I simply wrong, is it the minority of the nation? I dunno Question for a different day and different man I mean, I'm no politician or a business man Just a kid with an opinion from a distant land Hol' up, you think that I'm a concious rapper? Think again [Verse 2] Cause I can switch it up and speak on the drink in my cup Two bottles picked 'em up, I can miss a buck, so I mixed it up When I miss the love, I pour Grey Goose and call my old girl Whose your new b**h, but still s** dick, I'm so sorry fam, but it's a cold world We just tryna survive, you know? We just tryna get by, you know? Me and my boys, see, getting noisy, tryna make some gems, like we Idaho These girls just tricks, just like Dynamo, all born a b**h and then die a hoe And the only thing worse than described in this verse, is a stuck-up, pretentious 90s hoe Like, you ain't getting my number babe As long as you got that Tumblr page There's no evidence, I'm prejudiced? Well, that's what the men who whip a Hummer say Doesn't mean it ain't true, and I'm, kinda done taking chances So b**h, back up to the back drop and f** off with your advances Jewelry, I have never bought, but still my body is worth a lot Think bout the heart of gold I got, diamonds rocks on my internal clock Swear, I look just like a beacon in the nightclub Life of the up and coming, mile high club Haha [Verse 3] My hit list look more like a book, your name's on the cover Hop inside the whip, I got some space to cover Aguila in the back, the role he takes is cover So when you see us round the block, I suggest taking cover Now repeat me word for word, it's like we make a cover Or you'll end up with some injuries the state won't cover You see that wall behind your head? That's what your brain will cover Trust me, when I send shots, then you just can't recover Still I'm working underground, like El Chapo Waiting till the day I find a pothole I could eat a hog whole, I'm hungry for success Addicted to attention, I'm a junkie to the press Fast life, best life, a junkie to the stress The truth is I'm a noose, cause you don't want me at your neck Run me up a check and blow it like Lindsay Lohan Ayo, f** cancer, rest in peace to Johan Maybe not right now, but listen, in due time All this braggadocio will end up a true rhyme A true climb, but for now just let me dream Let the homie fake, homie, let the homie scheme Aye [Verse 4] Jumpman, jumpman, gave you boys an introduction Stuntin', since a youngin', I was ugly duckling Made it to a swan and always missed those hunting Guess I gotta clover, I should move to Dublin, facts We gon' be alright, so tell my momma to relax Get my name right, capital M, capital S For reference, check your girlfriend, got it tatted on her a** And she a trendsetter, yeah, they ink that name en ma**e Spotlight on the kid, shout-out to Gucci Wop Branded everything, down to the Gucci socks Baby put in work, she make that booty drop And after hours she still standing, shout-out Goodie Mob Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, I'm a local star Soon I'll sell out arenas like they're local bars [Verse 5] This to all the rappers with they feet up off the ground You are not that special, fam, you're not the best around I'm sorry, I don't mean to knock you off your cloud But that cla**ic sh** you hyping up is never coming out That sh** stay on the shelf, homie, slowly getting dusty You ain't really grindin', fam, you looking hella rusty You're the perfect children, all you're doing's putting trash out No light at the tunnel's end, it's total blackout It's a blackout, it's a blackout This sh** is like The Purge, pull your mask out Youngsters close your ears, I'm bout to lash out You guys tryna start a lil movement? Let me guess, you're name's A Tribe Called Trash now, huh? Stupid a** [Outro: Emperor Aguila] Luxury, ten hoes f**ing me, s**ing d Been dope, parasites and paradise are nothing, b MV, grilling and k**ing 'em with deadly Bars and cars, filling 'em with envy Flexing, texting dick picks, dressing like Slick Rick Money, money, spending spending tension getting thick quick Y'all better watch out, coming this May Mv and Aguila gonna k** it with Né