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This the end of all that fake shit I'm y'all replacement Ain't no difference between you rappers Y'all all make the same shit Yeah my flow is phenomenal Build the beat like bionicle I'm the proof that if you really want it, this shit is possible Yeah, the whip is lemon scented and the windows is tinted Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it's authentic Little bitch go run and tell all of your friends that the old Oliver's dead I'll stop pretending, think I'm just gonna be myself instead I do this shit for everyone who's showin' me love I'm either workin' on the music or I'm rollin' it up Man y'all be so played out, you trendy rappers gotsta go If you lookin' for that fire, know you fuckin' with a pro You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I had enough You got me so fucked up if you think I'm 'bout to quit 'Cause I care way too much about my family and this rappin' shit No, you won't find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib Rollin' up and celebratin' all of my accomplishments This right here on some honest shit I'm only rappin' from my heart If I was worried about the hits I'd make some pop shit for the charts In my bedroom zoning out SongtexteKnow my drip got end the drought All the kids who rockin' with me, ya'll know what we talkin' 'bout Yo this the end of all that fake shit, I'm yall replacement Ain't no difference between you rappers Y'all all make the same shit, bitch I cry myself to sleep like almost every night I hope you know I'm no angel If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright I hope you know I'm no angel It's the reaper creeping slow, I know you see me when you dreaming Been a minute, I was in it, I came back, but now it's seeming Beneath the scene they preaching to the teens to pop them beans, so It seems to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them c-notes At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth And every day I gotta choose between the verse and hearse Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial And my head is my rival, but see, the pen is my rifle These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame But I got kids who tell me that they held a gun to they brain Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song And that's something more important than what station I'm on Y'all aiming straight for the charts, I'm aiming straight for the chest I only speak from the heart, you only riding the trends You fucking goof, so try and say I'm lacking the juice I'll bodybag a rapper, tag 'em, and send them back to the booth I cry myself to sleep like almost every night I hope you know I'm no angel If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright I hope you know I'm no angel I cry myself to sleep like almost every night I hope you know I'm no angel If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright I hope you know I'm no angel Aus Songtexte Mania