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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ishan
Ishan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ISHAN MERCHANT
ISHAN MERCHANT
Composer

Lyrics

Why you wanna rap lil nigga? Told you you gonna be a doctor, get to seven figures Or you'll be a lawyer, listen what I told ya Go and get my belt I told you this before I'll beat your ass and then I stick with the trend If you keep on trynna be like one of your friends You know you're black you ain't got it like them Nigga hit them books man I won't say it again An embarrassment of a son Oh you want to be a thug? This shit better pay off Nigga take that chain off Said we get it how we live it Nigga take off And I better not see it affecting your grades... A day to remember So disappointed man I'll say it for days... Boutta lose all my temper Be like your brother Got me three kids man I'm sick of your shit nigga be like the others You wanna rap lil nigga? Why you wanna rap lil nigga? (Humming) When you dropping shit? When you dropping shit? We know you cookin' shit up when you dropping hits? Said Ishan done switched up screaming "fuck this nigga" We been callin homie, you too rich to pick up? Maybe it's the bars, maybe we're just wrong Maybe it's the shit you put in all your songs Switch to trap, nigga switch your message You ain't good as you think nigga count your blessings Think we owe you support? Nigga fuck is that You think anyone cares that you trynna rap? Gave us quantity, we want quality You ain't even the nigga you wanna be You ain't shit and we'll say it again and again Man the people they miss when Ishan was a friend You went Hollywood, act like you got it good I hope this hurts you lil nigga I know I could These investigations of your tribulations Been so useless when fueling your accusations When you dropping shit? When you dropping shit? We know you cookin' shit up when you dropping hits? (Humming) I was a problem child. I was a problem child Man I miss the way I made my father smile I know shit been different gettin' tunnel vision Reminisce the feeling, don't know what I'm missing Been a danger to my own well being They say the devil plays in boredom right? I contemplate it when I sleep at night So I jump on wax and start to speak to mic Got me fearing for my life, save me from myself Put it thru my mind with what's under the belt Said I'm fine, I know that's a lie Wish I quit rap and went back in time And at 15 I started to lose myself So at 16 I wanted to shoot myself So at 17 man I turned to the music so I could have a chance to prove myself Man my father he started to hollow me But the women start drafting apologies And some people they started to follow me But my city still doesn't acknowledge me I was falling into a much deeper depression Now every song that I write, keeps a reflection 17 with a chance hat and a dream Now couple years later I lost what it means With every accolade put up a barricade Only got oranges, trynna make lemonade Dying to die one time dying to live Trynna find happiness homie what is Stuck on a bridge with a knife to the man 17 putting my life in my hands I was a problem child I was a problem child Man I wish the way I made my father smile (Humming)
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