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stronkgod - how come? كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]:

was i ever a good rapper?

was i ever the fool’s attacker?

was i ever a good slasher

to deal with the other battlers throughout my career?

to be real with the other rappers through in and out of my peers?

last year, i was being treated like sh_t

rap’s fear is being leaded like pr_cks

and for my case, i was being “feared” by fricks

when i started to face the critics, i can just be teared by tricks

if i ever charted just to chase their antics, i would’ve geared up against those d_cks

if i ever was r_t_rded to see the pace in their attics, i wouldn’t want to deal with these b_tches

look at them all, insulting each other and all

as i look at’em all of them roasting each other and all

they are telling me to “cook them all”, then what?

they will just call me a corn ball if i wanted to cook them all the same food, is this the end or what?

[hook, 0:45]: how come you can be the f_cking loser in your own battles?

how can you be defeated when you started your drama?

how can you lose this badly?

you got your first loss, but certainly not the last

how come?

how come you can be destroyed like that?

this is your last chance, to answer me

[verse 2, 1:15]:

first hand, the verse ends

like kirk and his shooter’s end

i am a topic that will only be remembered for years

i will only be a laughing stock that will be remembered till i hear

some people saying some critical things like if i was not even here

some might try to be evil by trying to hit these “critical” hits just to see if i am here

so if anyone still remembers me for 2 years, they will still call me a joke

so if anyone still wants to remember me for the next few years, y’all will still call me a hoe

i am just sick and tired of waiting to get hit and fired

i just want to get finished and wire myself shut, antic_p_tion for me to get bit and fired

to death, i just want to finish and fire myself, but, the partic_p_tion of my death will be larger than calling me mid and hire

me for a list just to get mixed reviews

maybe i am irrelevant

maybe i am ignorant

maybe i am arrogant

or maybe i am just irresponsible to know about all of this

let me try to become responsible for all of these kids who wants to flow and let their spirits out

so_

[hook, 2:00]: how come you can be the f_cking loser in your own battles?

how can you be defeated when you started your drama?

how can you lose this badly?

you got your first loss, but certainly not the last

how come?

how come you can be destroyed like that?

this is your last chance, to answer me

[bridge, 2:30]: try to stand up

with your hands up

are you going to reach the same fame?

like the last time that you peeped your way to the game’s frame?

shout at the pain

loud as the rain

[verse 3, 2:45]:

i will forever become rap’s laughing stock

i will forever become rap’s drowning clock

i will forever become rap’s rocking glock

because the only time that i decided to rock sh_t was a failure

man i remember the only time that i decided to make a phonk, sh_t but, i think now everyone were haters

i will never sleep, because sleeping will only make me vulnerable to death

i will never flee, because fleeing will only take me to my vulnerable spot to get death

you can leave me in a forrest at night just for your to ex to see

what the f_ck is going on in my head for the rest of that night, i might have ecstasy

what the f_ck is going on in my head? for the next spot of light, will i get a text to see

which person would want to see if i am okay or not? will someone take the remaining sight of me to check to see

if i am okay?

why does it feel like i was put here to make fun of?

why is it real that life put me here just to get hate, dumb, huh?

why do i feel like i am missing someone?

why do i feel like i am fishing something?

my rod could be my hand, but what is the fish?

my plot could be my stand, but what is the wish?

i wish i would go back and change the past

i wish i could go last and face the raps

i wish that i should’ve gone past the beefs and change the gaps

i will never get sick, because sickness is poison

i will never get sick of doing my job when it is my choice and

if i stick to the magic of it, i will just stay

so tragic that disasters can occur like traffic, any of it, we could be here all day

i do wish for everyone to have a great life

i do wish that everyone can understand that my life was a messed up lie

what about next year?

what about our next fears?

think about this, what are we gonna be scared of?

links to it all of this sh_t, how about i just tear my hair off?

so_

[outro, x ambassadors (sample), 4:03]: how come you can be a lord and a loser?

how come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?

a good dad, but a bad husband

why are you a good father?

a great dad, but a bad husband?

(transition to the transformation skit)

- stronkgod

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