Riot
Even if I never made a dollar again, I'm blessed
Never stop giving 'em bops, white 'Pac in the flesh, oh yes
Shovel rocks on my coffin, call the cops if I'm dead, no stress
Hundred thousand fans coming to cut off your head, slow death
Most illest singer, both middle fingers, throw 'em in the air
I don't care 'til I'm a ghost, or I'm crippled
I ain't gon' chill, homie, sit down
I am still the biggest, who the bitch now?
I am independent, you are bitter and pathetic
When it's up, then it's up, then it's up, come and get down
Everywhere I go's a riot, people crying
Everywhere you go is silent, why so quiet?
I show up, and it's a riot, they excited
And where you go ain't nothing like it, why so quiet?
Even if I never made a dollar again, I'm blessed
Never stop giving 'em bops, white 'Pac in the flesh, oh yes
'Til I'm dead, I swear to God, I'll do it my way
Grinding out my life, now every day is Friday
Independent legend, unheard of at my age
Middle finger flipping, got scribbles on my face
I will not go mainstream, dawg, you know I hate pop
I'll be screaming, "Fuck the industry!", until my veins pop
That's a fake watch, your whole gang opps, ain't the same, stop
No one knows your name, that's why you always gotta name-drop
Most illest singer, both middle fingers, throw 'em in the air
I don't care 'til I'm a ghost, or I'm crippled
I ain't gon' chill, homie, what now?
I am still the biggest, sit the fuck down
I am on the independent Mount Rushmore
You're a fucking nobody, a legit clown
Everywhere I go's a riot, people crying
Everywhere you go is silent, why so quiet?
I show up, and it's a riot, they excited
And where you go ain't nothing like it, why so quiet?
I only do dope shit, so sick, homie, why you capping?
I'm a popstar, rockstar, you a never-has-been
I do big things, wrist bling, you don't want this action
Put you six feet deep, that's a underground rapper
Everywhere I go's a riot, people crying
Everywhere you go is silent, why so quiet?
I show up, and it's a riot, they excited
And where you go ain't nothing like it, why so quiet?
Never stop giving 'em bops, white 'Pac in the flesh, oh yes
Shovel rocks on my coffin, call the cops if I'm dead, no stress
Hundred thousand fans coming to cut off your head, slow death
Most illest singer, both middle fingers, throw 'em in the air
I don't care 'til I'm a ghost, or I'm crippled
I ain't gon' chill, homie, sit down
I am still the biggest, who the bitch now?
I am independent, you are bitter and pathetic
When it's up, then it's up, then it's up, come and get down
Everywhere I go's a riot, people crying
Everywhere you go is silent, why so quiet?
I show up, and it's a riot, they excited
And where you go ain't nothing like it, why so quiet?
Even if I never made a dollar again, I'm blessed
Never stop giving 'em bops, white 'Pac in the flesh, oh yes
'Til I'm dead, I swear to God, I'll do it my way
Grinding out my life, now every day is Friday
Independent legend, unheard of at my age
Middle finger flipping, got scribbles on my face
I will not go mainstream, dawg, you know I hate pop
I'll be screaming, "Fuck the industry!", until my veins pop
That's a fake watch, your whole gang opps, ain't the same, stop
No one knows your name, that's why you always gotta name-drop
Most illest singer, both middle fingers, throw 'em in the air
I don't care 'til I'm a ghost, or I'm crippled
I ain't gon' chill, homie, what now?
I am still the biggest, sit the fuck down
I am on the independent Mount Rushmore
You're a fucking nobody, a legit clown
Everywhere I go's a riot, people crying
Everywhere you go is silent, why so quiet?
I show up, and it's a riot, they excited
And where you go ain't nothing like it, why so quiet?
I only do dope shit, so sick, homie, why you capping?
I'm a popstar, rockstar, you a never-has-been
I do big things, wrist bling, you don't want this action
Put you six feet deep, that's a underground rapper
Everywhere I go's a riot, people crying
Everywhere you go is silent, why so quiet?
I show up, and it's a riot, they excited
And where you go ain't nothing like it, why so quiet?
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Macdonald, Nova Paholek
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.