Perrion, Myth Syzer - Penguins paroles de (lyrics)
Thomas Le Souder
[Perrion, Myth Syzer - Penguins paroles de lyrics]
What would you do if you had the chance
To make up for all the struggles
Your fam was going through?
Look me in my eyes so you
Know that I tell the truth
Hate me in despise cause I'm
Doing better than you
That's why I don't talk shit
Rather than when I rap
Then they say that I'm two-face
Too for a nigga
I went almost two days without fucking eating
Gave up them home cook meals to
Rap over these beats and
Show my parents I could
Help'em while under achieving
Fuck school, they couldn't afford it anyway
I went for a day because
Financially was sitting late
And I've never tried to knock a nigga hustle
Or come up off a popular name
You niggas should be ashamed
I'm so ahead of the game
And they ain't even notice
Cause, I'm super low with it so
Go and just keep blowing dick
Never let my talents slip
A nigga kept the whole of it
Cause, I remember why I started
In the first place
I learned everything that I know
From my birth place
So if was only right I'd retrace
And they say if you can make it in the
City you can make it anywhere
So I'm back home making dollars
Out of pennys here
Don't give a fuck if you like me
You niggas many queers
You ain't seen the shit
That I've been through
That's why when I feel your hate
I swear I gotta finish you
You can blame it on my Napoleon complex
I'm not only complex
I can dumb it down for you stupid niggas
You could be flying but you're
Still fake like cupid nigga
I can show you how to
Make nothing into something
It's like making money from
Doing a front-flip
You can call it gymnastics
We ain't doing no front-flips
I tell'em to front piff
And make a quick hundred
I'll call you a dumb bitch
If you've ever tried to bite
The hand that feeds
When you look out for yourself
Niggas wanna call it greed
Just give up my dick, please
Will you let a nigga breathe
I got here on my own
I ain't even really need help
I'm just trying to seek wealth
Cause my parents almost lost everything
Thank God for music and
This motherfucking Mary Jane
Was on the verge of becoming an insane nigga
Why you think I wanted to make
It in the game nigga?
I got a passion for music, I swear I love it
Some people do it for fun but who
The hell am I to judge shit?
But when you ain't doing nothing and
Just expect for it to come
With just a hand down and FUCK YOU!
Cause, I put my blood
Sweat and tears into this music shit I swear
So that's why you're left behind and
I'm kicking in six gear
So ahead as if we were in the
My hunger for more be putting fear on them
Hear a nigga tearing these rappers
Who ain't 'bout shit
I call these fools zinos
They're all counterfeit
So just pick up another career money
Then maybe you will be able
To steer in front of me
While I'm spitting so lovely
To make up for all the struggles
Your fam was going through?
Look me in my eyes so you
Know that I tell the truth
Hate me in despise cause I'm
Doing better than you
That's why I don't talk shit
Rather than when I rap
Then they say that I'm two-face
Too for a nigga
I went almost two days without fucking eating
Gave up them home cook meals to
Rap over these beats and
Show my parents I could
Help'em while under achieving
Fuck school, they couldn't afford it anyway
I went for a day because
Financially was sitting late
And I've never tried to knock a nigga hustle
Or come up off a popular name
You niggas should be ashamed
I'm so ahead of the game
And they ain't even notice
Cause, I'm super low with it so
Go and just keep blowing dick
Never let my talents slip
A nigga kept the whole of it
Cause, I remember why I started
In the first place
I learned everything that I know
From my birth place
So if was only right I'd retrace
And they say if you can make it in the
City you can make it anywhere
So I'm back home making dollars
Out of pennys here
Don't give a fuck if you like me
You niggas many queers
You ain't seen the shit
That I've been through
That's why when I feel your hate
I swear I gotta finish you
You can blame it on my Napoleon complex
I'm not only complex
I can dumb it down for you stupid niggas
You could be flying but you're
Still fake like cupid nigga
I can show you how to
Make nothing into something
It's like making money from
Doing a front-flip
You can call it gymnastics
We ain't doing no front-flips
I tell'em to front piff
And make a quick hundred
I'll call you a dumb bitch
If you've ever tried to bite
The hand that feeds
When you look out for yourself
Niggas wanna call it greed
Just give up my dick, please
Will you let a nigga breathe
I got here on my own
I ain't even really need help
I'm just trying to seek wealth
Cause my parents almost lost everything
Thank God for music and
This motherfucking Mary Jane
Was on the verge of becoming an insane nigga
Why you think I wanted to make
It in the game nigga?
I got a passion for music, I swear I love it
Some people do it for fun but who
The hell am I to judge shit?
But when you ain't doing nothing and
Just expect for it to come
With just a hand down and FUCK YOU!
Cause, I put my blood
Sweat and tears into this music shit I swear
So that's why you're left behind and
I'm kicking in six gear
So ahead as if we were in the
My hunger for more be putting fear on them
Hear a nigga tearing these rappers
Who ain't 'bout shit
I call these fools zinos
They're all counterfeit
So just pick up another career money
Then maybe you will be able
To steer in front of me
While I'm spitting so lovely