Another Complaint, But.. Rilès

[Verse 1]
Tchak tchak, motherfuckers don’t you know
I’m the only, 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 no coins
No Mario, merrier we bros!
Everytime I spit a rhyme, Rilès convicted for crime
‘Cause I murder all of these niggas
And you say you’re a genius, the chosen of the chosen
Like a thousand other postulants
You say you’re a lyricist, you’re just blowing your penis
Got no bills but I got bars and balls
To kill every fakers, pretending to be seers
They might see that imma scare their soul
And imma sow their scars, already see them sob
Motherfuckers don’t you know I’m on?

[Pre-Chorus]
Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run
Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!