lirik lagu wafle – i want
i’m changing craft, from odd sh~t to conscious rap
i’ll keep on spitting this stupid sh~t until my ego cap
a narcissistic, egotistical maniac
talking about the sh~t that i want, list it all inside the rap
i want n~ggas to look at me and call me funny
maybe get a grammy, and sh~t, maybe make a little money
i’m like skee~lo with all of this sh~t i’m wishin
i could be a lil taller, a baller, i don’t need no b~tches
i want them trophies and gold stacked all up in the sky
so i could sit atop my throne at all them airplane heights
i want a crown so all these n~ggas will call me king
and on ya mama, i will not wish for another f~ckin thing
this ain’t an intro, y’all mothaf~ckers know who i am
i’m nothin new, i am a rapper, same old black man
i wanna be recognized for all my f~ckin glory
i wanna be the artist played on all your boyfriends stories
i want a trophy for all of the music that i drop
i want a store for all the shoes i made for you to cop
mama mia, these n~ggas always be tryin me
testin me on all my bars, these d~ckriders are haunting me
this ain’t no high school musical, i might go to college
not the average black man just cause i have a little knowledge
i’m on top of the world, it’s only 10 a.m
all these rappers be spittin without a single f~ckin plan
it hurts me in my soul, it hurts me in my heart
i guess as the new token, it’s time i learned to play my part
i want more fame, i wanna be known on all the streets
i want a shoe deal, i wanna be known for these s~tier beats
i want that kendrick love, i want to take that long hiatus
i want to take off half a decade and still be the greatest
i wanna do some features and be told i’m saving songs
i wanna stand at the top, on the roof, and not be kong
i want a company, that stuff like pglang
i want my own clothing brand, that sh~t that like golfw~ng
i’m ever changing, still evolvin as i write this rap
i feel inspired, got potential i have yet to tap
i’m leavin this on a high note, get the best of me
i’m gonna be chillin in bimmers, sittin next to t
maybe i’ll be sittin at home or climbin some trees
maybe i’m just writin these poems inside this honda g
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu bronshteyn-makhnofil – анархия (anarchy)
- lirik lagu kordhell – murder in my mind (slowed + reverb)
- lirik lagu yck – paper planes & shopping carts
- lirik lagu grustnaya radost – малолетка (maloletka)
- lirik lagu soulja boy – walked in
- lirik lagu tsukimc – clima
- lirik lagu sway burr – still pull up if i die (on a flight with yeat & yachty)
- lirik lagu joe costello & clique glac & ak47 – εμπολεμη ζωνη (empolemi zoni)
- lirik lagu ana castela – as menina da pecuária (funk remix)
- lirik lagu sk3whooa & bloom – but ifs