Another Complaint, But..

Check check, motherfuckers 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 [Fm7]no coins
No Mario, merrier we bros!
Everytime I spit a ɾhyme, Rilès convicted for [Dm7]crime
'Cause I murder all [Em]of these niggas
And you [A7say you're a genius, the chosen of the chosen
Like a thousand [Bm]other postulants
You say you're a lyricist, you're just blowing your penis
Got no bills but I got [Fm7]bars and [Bm]balls
To kill every fakers, pretending to [C7]be [Am]seers
They might see that I'mma scare their soul
And I'mma sow their scars, already see them [A]sob
Motherfuckers don't you [A7know I'm on?

Damn another basic complaint about how these ɾappers suck
I'm praising myself but self-conscious I ɾun, I ɾun, I ɾun
Where this shit is going? I don't know but in my [A]mouth a gun
I still murder my [A]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 [Fm7]no money, plus I ain't got [Fm7]none of your contact
I ain't got [Fm7]no privilege, I am not white and [Bm]neither black
I am just a frech-ass motherfuck, I wan't some payback
Look at the work I did you [A7see 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 ɾappers suck
I'm praising myself but self-conscious I ɾun
Where this shit is going? I don't know but in my [A]mouth a gun
I still murder my [A]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 [Bm]your blind and [Bm]I'm more than insane
We all [Em]starving for [Dm7]fame, to [C7]end up like [F]Cobain
When I don't talk to [C7]them, I'm making too much gains
My mind's free, my [A]time not
I ain't got [Fm7]time for [Dm7]games
I'm hating everybody, why?
I mean, I can explain
I see too many spoon-feed niggas proliferating
This ain't a fucking competition
If you [A7got [Fm7]no team to [C7]wash your ass
I ɾeally wonder what you'd be [Am]doing
But I'm blaming the industɾy for [Dm7]being caught in the tɾend, you [A7know
You know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm talking 'bout?
I ain't got [Fm7]no plays on [C7]my [A]songs
I ain't got [Fm7]no views on [C7]my [A]videos
But I still f*ck these niggas, f*ck that

I don't know where this shit is going, huh huh (I ɾeally 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 ɾeally 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 [Am]careful, I'mma sweep everybody else that's gonna be [Am]on [C7]my [A]way
Ouh! And I'mma kill all [Em]these motherfuckers