Rilès - Another Complaint, But.. lyrics

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Rilès - Another Complaint, But.. lyrics

[Verse 1] Tchak tchak, motherf**ers 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 n***as 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 k** every fakers, pretending to be seers They might see that imma scare their soul And imma sow their scars, already see them sob Motherf**ers don't you know I'm on? [Pre-Chorus] Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers s** I'm praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run Where this sh** is going? I don't know but in my mouth a gun I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron! [Chorus] x2 I don't know where this sh** is going, hun hun I don't know that I'm not the only one [Verse 2] 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-a** motherf**- I wan't some payback Look at the work I did you see how many people give a f** A f**, a f**, they don't give a f**, they don't give a fUuUuUuUuck [Pre-Chorus] Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers s** I'm praising myself but self-conscious I run Where this sh** is going? I don't know but in my mouth a gun I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron! [Chorus] x2 I don't know where this sh** is going, hun hun I don't know that I'm not the only one [Verse 3] I don't know where this sh** 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 n***as proliferating This ain't a f**ing competition If you got no team to wash your a** 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 f** these n***as, f** that! [Outro: Rilès] “I really don't know.. But I am the only one” [Outro: X] “Whaaaat? Wha.. wh.. what ? Listen.. listen You think you're the only one? You really think you're the only one man? Naaaaaah f** that! You a b**h-n***a!” [Outro: Rilès] “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 k** all these motherf**ers.”