Tom MacDonald – Riot Lyrics
Even if I never made a dollar again
I’m blessed
Never stop, givin’ em bops, white Pac in the flesh
Oh yes
Shovel rocks in my coffin, tell the cops that I’m dead
No stress
Hundred thousand fans coming to cut off your head
Slow death
Most illest singer, both middle fingers
Throw ’em in the air
I don’t care till I’m a ghost or I’m crippled
I ain’t gon’ chill, homie sit down
I am still the biggest, who the bitch now?
I am independent
You are bitter and pathetic
When it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, come and get down
Everywhere I goes a riot
People cryin’
Everywhere you go is silent
Why so quiet?
I show up and it’s a riot
They excited
Where you going?
I feel like it
Why so quiet?
Even if I never made a dollar again
I’m blessed
Never stop, givin’ em bops, white Pac in the flesh
Oh yes
Till I’m dead I swear to God I’ll do it my way
Grindin’ out my life, now everyday is Friday
Independent legend, unheard of at my age
Middle finger flippin’, got scribbles on my face
I will not go mainstream, dawg you know I hate pop
I’ll be screamin’ “fuck the industry” until my veins pop
That’s a fake watch
Your whole gang opps
Ain’t the same, stop
No one knows y’all name, that’s why you always gotta name drop
Most illest singer, both middle fingers
Throw ’em in the air
I don’t care till I’m a ghost or I’m crippled
I ain’t gon’ chill, homie what now?
I am still the biggest, sit the fuck down
I am under independent, Mount Rushmore
You are a fucking nobody, a legit clown
Everywhere I goes a riot
People cryin’
Everywhere you go is silent
Why so quiet?
I show up and it’s a riot
They excited
Where you going?
I feel like it
Why so quiet?
I only do dope shit, so sick
Homie why you cappin?
I’m a popstar, rockstar you a never has been
I do big things, wrist bling
You don’t want this action
Put you six feet deep, that’s an underground rapper
Everywhere I goes a riot
People cryin’
Everywhere you go is silent
Why so quiet?
I show up and it’s a riot
They excited
Where you going?
I feel like it
Why so quiet?
