Kim Ki Beom - Not for charts
[Текст песни "Not for charts"]
Not for charts
I dont got no hits
I dont got no hits for the charts
I just got the shit
I just got the shit that hits hearts
Crossing every road, I don't got a hit that's ok
Even when I'm broke I know there's a room I can stay
Sleeping when I'm woke, just to see another debate
When I'm gonna blow it depends on how will you pray
Pray for me, oh no
I never coulda make it solo
Can you pray for my close ones who never tossed my heart when it was dark and so cold?
I don't got no money in the bank, big apartment so it can't bring so-called friends close
I just have a power in my pen, and a battle in my veins makes my story еxposed
You never hеard of me yet, so it's my welcoming shot
Aiming not with the hand, face of my father I never forgot
I kill with the heart, but not mine, staying in your heart is a part of prize
Staying in your heart and staying so hard so I know why did I write my lines
Man, I wasn't born in a country where language is easy to understand
If we are playing that card game, probably you have the upper hand
Suddenly tables are turned so I invite you to game of darts
Maybe that's where I belong, cause I got that shit that hits hearts!
I dont got no hits
I dont got no hits for the charts
I just got the shit
I just got the shit that hits hearts
Little n**** I want the fruit
Black berry, és um black burro
Body piercing n****
Eu vou-te encher de furros
Y’all n* make me laugh
What the fuck are y’all doing to the rap?
Now they ain’t worried about facts
All they wanna do is go and fucking flex
That’s why I don’t allow being compared to you little n* shorter than a midget with no freaking
My shit hits so hard
The splash-back felt like an ocean hit my butt, ma n****
Every bitch feels it touching her guts
Giving them ear orgasms, ma n****
I tried to write some mumble lyrics but I couldn’t do it
Maybe cause I don’t do drugs, na n****
Or maybe cause I wasn’t raised for that
So I ain’t got no fucking content for your charts, na n****
The only way you could be a genius would be if had came out of my genitals
I’m spitting so hard that scientists gon’ start using my saliva to make viagra, dawg
I’m not in the charts yet, cause you n* sleeping on my shit
But I don’t care about your click
Like a blogger who don’t care about your pov
I’m making music for all the guys
Those from the streets, who be hiding knives
Waiting for a dumb ass, just to rob him
And go to the plug spending on drugs
Man, I’m making music for all the good people too
Yeah, I’m specially talking about you
Motherfucker who pretends not to listen but listens hiding in a room
Not for charts
I dont got no hits
I dont got no hits for the charts
I just got the shit
I just got the shit that hits hearts
Crossing every road, I don't got a hit that's ok
Even when I'm broke I know there's a room I can stay
Sleeping when I'm woke, just to see another debate
When I'm gonna blow it depends on how will you pray
Pray for me, oh no
I never coulda make it solo
Can you pray for my close ones who never tossed my heart when it was dark and so cold?
I don't got no money in the bank, big apartment so it can't bring so-called friends close
I just have a power in my pen, and a battle in my veins makes my story еxposed
You never hеard of me yet, so it's my welcoming shot
Aiming not with the hand, face of my father I never forgot
I kill with the heart, but not mine, staying in your heart is a part of prize
Staying in your heart and staying so hard so I know why did I write my lines
Man, I wasn't born in a country where language is easy to understand
If we are playing that card game, probably you have the upper hand
Suddenly tables are turned so I invite you to game of darts
Maybe that's where I belong, cause I got that shit that hits hearts!
I dont got no hits
I dont got no hits for the charts
I just got the shit
I just got the shit that hits hearts
Little n**** I want the fruit
Black berry, és um black burro
Body piercing n****
Eu vou-te encher de furros
Y’all n* make me laugh
What the fuck are y’all doing to the rap?
Now they ain’t worried about facts
All they wanna do is go and fucking flex
That’s why I don’t allow being compared to you little n* shorter than a midget with no freaking
My shit hits so hard
The splash-back felt like an ocean hit my butt, ma n****
Every bitch feels it touching her guts
Giving them ear orgasms, ma n****
I tried to write some mumble lyrics but I couldn’t do it
Maybe cause I don’t do drugs, na n****
Or maybe cause I wasn’t raised for that
So I ain’t got no fucking content for your charts, na n****
The only way you could be a genius would be if had came out of my genitals
I’m spitting so hard that scientists gon’ start using my saliva to make viagra, dawg
I’m not in the charts yet, cause you n* sleeping on my shit
But I don’t care about your click
Like a blogger who don’t care about your pov
I’m making music for all the guys
Those from the streets, who be hiding knives
Waiting for a dumb ass, just to rob him
And go to the plug spending on drugs
Man, I’m making music for all the good people too
Yeah, I’m specially talking about you
Motherfucker who pretends not to listen but listens hiding in a room
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