Testo Revenge Is Sweet - Krept & Konan
Testo della canzone Revenge Is Sweet (Krept & Konan), tratta dall'album Revenge Is Sweet
Aygo Beats
Every L that I took a lesson in disguise
Could have went jail like fifty times
The last manager I had, lost both of his fingers
I knew God was tryna give me signs, yeah
So much stresses
Old rappers still talkin' 'bout their old successes
We don't care about your past right now
You couldn't last right now
Go look, we're in the charts right now (Play Dirty)
Forty-five minutes, that's a quarter mil'
And I'm startin' to forget how bein' poor feels
'Cah my wrist sparklin', but I order steel
Yeah, we made a little drink off that water deal
Akh, I used to wear my trackie 'til it faded out
Prayin' that I make it out, QY, eighth of brown
Nothin's been the same since we came around
On the same festival, but we ain't on the same amount
So fuck your rap list and the blog site
And thank God for all the things that we got right
Before I was on the verge to be great, I was tryna get it off-white
Another top twenty, but I'm top five
Couple little rumors that I wanna address
Then I think, "Fuck that, I just want the address"
I can't argue with a man that's bummy and broke
Twerkin' for Beyoncé, this must be a joke
I ain't gonna be the reason that your track sells
Your plan failed
Same girl I had in a hotel is on the internet
Tellin' people we don't like Black girls, akh, it's a mad world
They want clout more than money, it confuses me
And the part that's jarrin' is they usin' me
So if I do say somethin' or I don't say somethin'
It's still lose-lose for me
All the shit that we done, when they gonna rate it?
Still ain't got a BRIT, still ain't nominated
That's why I sound like I've come for revenge
First, they love you, then they hate you
Then they love you again, it's real
Look, how much new talent we gotta bring?
How much rappers we gotta spin?
How much awards I gotta win?
How much more years in this ting?
How much more power moves and records we gotta break
Before you say we're the kings, huh?
About we jump on waves, you fuckin' weird guys
Started half of these waves and you don't even realise
When everyone was on SBTV droppin'
Ask Rashid who got "Behind Barz" poppin' (Barz)
Started a UK rap vid remix trend before "Don't Waste My Time"
"Paranormal" named a big UK rap vid remix then (I win)
They're forgettin' their selves again (Tsk, ha)
After that, everybody was doin' remixes
Talkin' like we need it (Tsk), I beg you pardon?
We don't ever jump on waves, fam, we start them (Facts)
Why the fuck would we need these guys if we are them? (Sauce)
Don't need to chase clout in this rap race
How many years deep? Got a real fuckin' fanbase (You know)
Put on the best tours (Facts), why don't we check scores? (Facts)
Why would I need clout off them if I sell more? (Facts)
Sold out the Palace a whole year after the tape dropped
Man, check the stats before you take shots (Check it)
After all we've done, you discredit your whole tape
Done like hundred thou' on the mixtapes, uh
"7 Nights" outsold a lot of projects, I ain't gassin' it (You know)
And we didn't even rap on it
Two projects top ten at the same time
If anyone needs clout, they need some of mine (Tally)
Play Dirty, this is big business (Big)
I made like six niggas six figures (Six)
Big part of this culture, that's a fact
Got on national radio with ignorant rap (Rah)
Guinness records, plaques, awards, accolades
New deal with Beats, that's what I call Apple Pay (Tsk)
Blow my own trumpet, I ain't really on that
But since they won't give me credit, I went and got a contract
Wanna link up for motives? I ain't got time honestly
I'm busy doin' business, for investments, holler me
Or I'm busy recordin' or tourin' or busy doin' property
Play Dirty, this is the monopoly (Brr, brr)
No, I didn't get two hundred when I passed go (Nah)
But I got two hundred for the last show
Wanna fuck with our dough, you know where that's headin', bruh
Do it like the Scottish, in your head, where that Glasgow? (Rah)
We ain't the same, no fuckin' offense
Blowin' all that money on a girl, blud, you're a mess
I invested in my girl, then watched her double the bread
Then she doubled it and doubled, then it doubled again (Boss)
Fam, I feel a way that these niggas are chattin'
See you in the flesh, but they ain't doin' nothin'
At your big age on the internet gassin'
Tweetin' in lowercase, but these niggas still cappin'
Enough rantin', let me spaz, I'm a mutant
If I stay in Tally mode, I'll become a nuisance
I don't wanna start spinnin' rappers out their Cubans
I'll spin you out your bust down, nigga, sit the fuck down (Wah)
Kon put a home on his hand, I can vouch for this
It's like he got nicked and they put him on house arrest
Self-made niggas and we started from a demo
Am I a baller like Jermaine? Yeah, deffo
I want it, then I'll take it, you're witnessin' our greatness
When the wifey ill, the only time a nigga basic
Them niggas rap false, they ain't got straps, bro
How dairy? Them niggas lactose
King of this akh, when I rap, make your eyes water
Dead niggas comin' for the throne, you're a white walker (Finish him)
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Writer(s): Karl Wilson, Casyo Johnson, Eyobed Getachew, Fateh Rahman
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