Текст песни
I am a Trapper Keeper
With Folders filled with rage
(They done fucked with Maseo today)
Everyday im on the grind
Really that's a fucking lie
Homie im just tryn survive
Wake and take another try
When I took initial steps
Lets see where the story goes
Rolling til its nothing left
Not relying on the votes
Buddy its go go, not cry cry
Does music even exist without wifi
I had done it for the love
They used that against me
Told em now it was a dub
Broke it to em gently
I guess all of them other yeses didnt count
When the first no got em inviting you to a bout
Im all out
Still writing for the right reasons
You hype beasting
Aight leave it
Peep it
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
Half of these Karens used to be up in the backstage
Trying to touch your beeswax
All up on your pomade
Trying to say the word trade a tease for the pass
Kick a couple rocks let the curtain hit your ass
Security security
Damn it feels decent
I had to make a song for the transfer of treatment
Right outta the venue she back to high priestess
Concierge her sneaky link right to the precinct
I could tell it all but it's going in the book
I could rap forever but id rather have a hook
Reel em in
Don't be getting chummy til the check clear
Catch and release if necessary see you next year
Isaiah they sayin our shit is Manteca
So cold I could've signed to Rhymesayers
Hope you keepin' score
Since I was in velour
Sean John Von had songs worth a perfect score
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
I have only ever shown up me
Brother go on eat
They worrying me a bit
Now you need 7 producers to make a hit
I don't even need 7 people to make a album
I ain't going platinum but I got better accounting
I have only ever shown up me
The clones stay winning so I guess its fuck me
But I'm chillin and I'm grown with a chaise in my home
Your favorite rapper wanna know if I got games on my phone
I'll put hands on yo Joe I'm good, you can cut it