Testo Diss Song - Tyga
Testo della canzone Diss Song (Tyga), tratta dall'album Hotel California
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Yeah
Got some shit on my mind
Uh, first off, this song meant to be took and wrong
Bad intentions and all, don't want the problem to solve
Heard it was you, I'm like, "No, not my dog"
Went to school together, took the bus and all
Back of flashing cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen, dog
Used to wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
'Til I seen a nigga wrong hat, now his head off
Picked up a notepad, thought you gon' do the same
Wrote down the shit I saw, now I don't look at shit the same
Now how am I to blame for you choosing the life you made?
Nigga, you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity holds you down, that's embarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Told niggas we related, even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say
About you even though you still hate it
I know you think 'cause it's fame I'm probably jaded
And get a chance to see your daughter, tell her happy belated
From me, I don't care if that car leased
You in it, you own it, and that's all me
Being smart don't mean cheap
You could take a life sitting in that driver's seat
Take your shades off, I'm like, "Remember me?"
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say, then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go and make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanna diss song, tell 'em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song
Looking at my story, breaking down my glory
Judging my highlights, winning shots like Ori
Always tryna take from me, criticize, hate on me
Wanna call me fake 'cause you really can't relate to me
Your remarks blatantly out of character
You sociopaths couldn't make a dollar in America
On your keyboard 'cause I blew up like a keloid
Meatball, why you niggas gotta be a killjoy?
I gave you niggas something to ride to
Gave you niggas something to get fly to
Gave you niggas something to die to
Niggas want that fast life, barely in a drive-thru
I advise you do what your life allow you to
You a fan, nigga, it's cool, I was once too
All that feedback, really don't need that
You like it, buy it, you don't, don't cop it
Continue to be great with my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss, so I can't blame your ignorance
It's irrelevant, I'm relevant
I'm a big event, so go on 'head and vent
I'm a big event, so go on 'head and vent
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say, then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go and make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanna diss song, tell 'em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song
Listen to this song
If you know what you say, then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
I ain't tryna diss you
I ain't tryna
Tell 'em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
Make a diss song
Tell 'em play this song
This song
This song
Bells ring, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain'll bring
This moment of clarity, I do it for my aunties
Nephew, never had a niece
They call it spoken word, don't want it to speak
Don't mix them colors with whites as if you was bleached
Back of the bus, niggas fighting over window seats
Tryna compete (T-Raww), make the cycle complete
Bra just got killed, who is he to blame?
God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
It's rules to this shit, but this shit ain't a game
Give or take, niggas still gon' violate
Not up for discussion, loading, cocking, and busting
You tough? It's always someone tougher
Saying, "Fuck peace in public, motherfucker"
I kept it one thousand, the big Zack
Went from hood rats to Maybachs, how real is that?
Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat
Got packed backpack, backpack rap, whatever was that?
Niggas fire arms like they fucking Viscom
This symbol heartbeats, that's a real diss song
Motherfucker
Credits
Writer(s): Marcello Valenzano, Andre Christopher Lyon, Michael Stevenson, Jonathan King, Jess Reed Jackson, Ola Magnus Lindefelt, Fredrik Jan Hultin
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