Rilès - Another Complaint, But.. Lyrics

Check check, motherf*ckers don't you know
I'm the 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 niggas
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 kill every fakers, pretending to be seers
They might see that I'mma scare their soul
And I'mma sow their scars, already see them sob
Motherf*ckers don't you know I'm on?

Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I'm praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run
Where this shit is going? 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 going, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one

I don't know where this shit is going, huh 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 am just a frech-ass motherf*ck, I wan't some payback
Look at the work I did you see how many people give a f*ck
A f*ck, a f*ck, they don't give a f*ck, they don't give a f*ck

Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I'm praising myself but self-conscious I run
Where this shit is going? 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 going, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one

I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one

I don't know where this shit is going, ah
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 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 niggas proliferating
This ain't a f*cking competition
If you got no team to wash your ass
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*ck these niggas, f*ck that

I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh (I really don't know)
I don't know that I'm not the only one (But I'm the only one)

I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh
I don't know that I'm not the only one

(What? Wha, wha what? Listen, listen
You think you're the only one?
You really think you're the only one man?
Nah f*ck that! You a bitch nigga!)

I know there's too many sharks in this game
But I'mma be careful, I'mma sweep everybody else that's gonna be on my way
Ouh! And I'mma kill all these motherf*ckers