Adam Calhoun - The End lyrics
[Adam Calhoun - The End lyrics]
Still writing with a pen
Made in America shit
This that old school fifty shit
Shot up in the whip he got
Hit with the picky stick
But this is something different
Teach you how to rap a bit
But you don't know the half of it
Half the shit you spit still
Sound like you practicing
What's up with the fuck shit
I'm about to press this button
I'm just motherfucking thing, let it sing
This ain't no telephone but I
Bet it still ring
I'm talking about a gun dummy
Forrest Gump, run from me
Rob you for your lunch money
Probably 'cause I'm still hungry
And everyone under me
Every motherfucker still want shit from me
They love you then they leave you
Then they love you again
I got money in the bank because
I'm good with the pen
And I've been to the pen
And this isn't pretend
I give a hundred and ten and
Always will till the end
They love you then they leave
Then they love you again
So fuck em, I don't need em
I ain't fucking with them
It seems like nowadays I got
A bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when
It comes to an end
Class in session, rap style aggression
You could say I'm passionate
About my profession
Got more flows then bass pros whole
Fishing pole selection
This about progression
You'll see in just a second
You stuck in the mud
Take a seat, learn a lesson what dumb fuck
I'm the best, no question
And If you disagree you can
Aim in my direction
I bet you miss every time
Like where the fuck did you
Learn how to rhyme
YouTube reactors missing every line
Like what the fuck you deaf, dumb or blind?
(I'm not even trying)
Who's next up in line
Trying to be friends shit
Dishing me your rhymes
Trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like
That kid from Indiana
Fuck the pictures, fuck the cameras
Think you're tough until you get handled
They love you then they leave
Then they love you again
So fuck em, I don't need em
I ain't fucking with them
It seems like nowadays I got
A bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when
It comes to an end
Made in America shit
This that old school fifty shit
Shot up in the whip he got
Hit with the picky stick
But this is something different
Teach you how to rap a bit
But you don't know the half of it
Half the shit you spit still
Sound like you practicing
What's up with the fuck shit
I'm about to press this button
I'm just motherfucking thing, let it sing
This ain't no telephone but I
Bet it still ring
I'm talking about a gun dummy
Forrest Gump, run from me
Rob you for your lunch money
Probably 'cause I'm still hungry
And everyone under me
Every motherfucker still want shit from me
They love you then they leave you
Then they love you again
I got money in the bank because
I'm good with the pen
And I've been to the pen
And this isn't pretend
I give a hundred and ten and
Always will till the end
They love you then they leave
Then they love you again
So fuck em, I don't need em
I ain't fucking with them
It seems like nowadays I got
A bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when
It comes to an end
Class in session, rap style aggression
You could say I'm passionate
About my profession
Got more flows then bass pros whole
Fishing pole selection
This about progression
You'll see in just a second
You stuck in the mud
Take a seat, learn a lesson what dumb fuck
I'm the best, no question
And If you disagree you can
Aim in my direction
I bet you miss every time
Like where the fuck did you
Learn how to rhyme
YouTube reactors missing every line
Like what the fuck you deaf, dumb or blind?
(I'm not even trying)
Who's next up in line
Trying to be friends shit
Dishing me your rhymes
Trying to get a mention
Hit you with a hammer like
That kid from Indiana
Fuck the pictures, fuck the cameras
Think you're tough until you get handled
They love you then they leave
Then they love you again
So fuck em, I don't need em
I ain't fucking with them
It seems like nowadays I got
A bunch of new friends
I wonder if they'll be there when
It comes to an end