Not for charts

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[Текст песни "Not for charts"] Not for charts I dont got no hits I dont got no hits for the charts I just got the shit I just got the shit that hits hearts Crossing every road, I don't got a hit that's ok Even when I'm broke I know there's a room I can stay Sleeping when I'm woke, just to see another debate When I'm gonna blow it depends on how will you pray Pray for me, oh no I never coulda make it solo Can you pray for my close ones who never tossed my heart when it was dark and so cold? I don't got no money in the bank, big apartment so it can't bring so-called friends close I just have a power in my pen, and a battle in my veins makes my story еxposed You never hеard of me yet, so it's my welcoming shot Aiming not with the hand, face of my father I never forgot I kill with the heart, but not mine, staying in your heart is a part of prize Staying in your heart and staying so hard so I know why did I write my lines Man, I wasn't born in a country where language is easy to understand If we are playing that card game, probably you have the upper hand Suddenly tables are turned so I invite you to game of darts Maybe that's where I belong, cause I got that shit that hits hearts! I dont got no hits I dont got no hits for the charts I just got the shit I just got the shit that hits hearts Little n**** I want the fruit Black berry, és um black burro Body piercing n**** Eu vou-te encher de furros Y'all n* make me laugh What the fuck are y'all doing to the rap? Now they ain't worried about facts All they wanna do is go and fucking flex That's why I don't allow being compared to you little n* shorter than a midget with no freaking My shit hits so hard The splash-back felt like an ocean hit my butt, ma n**** Every bitch feels it touching her guts Giving them ear orgasms, ma n**** I tried to write some mumble lyrics but I couldn't do it Maybe cause I don't do drugs, na n**** Or maybe cause I wasn't raised for that So I ain't got no fucking content for your charts, na n**** The only way you could be a genius would be if had came out of my genitals I'm spitting so hard that scientists gon' start using my saliva to make viagra, dawg I'm not in the charts yet, cause you n* sleeping on my shit But I don't care about your click Like a blogger who don't care about your pov I'm making music for all the guys Those from the streets, who be hiding knives Waiting for a dumb ass, just to rob him And go to the plug spending on drugs Man, I'm making music for all the good people too Yeah, I'm specially talking about you Motherfucker who pretends not to listen but listens hiding in a room