Fresh Out the Bed by Key Controversy Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, uh, yeah
You now better gon listen to me closely
Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head
Yeah they need to be spread all across the map
Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator
Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper
I don't come from the rock bottom
I was never left forgotten, oh except for my own mother
She the one left me to rotten
But she still is my mom and my hairs aren't blond
So I ain't the type of guy here to scream at my mom
Fake people call me wack, but I respond em right back
Yo who's on this track and who secures the bag
You now better hit the road, yeah, cause this is my stage
And don't you ever ask again for them tickets, backstage
Yo I do this for my brother and I do this for my sister
For my mom and my dad, they were there when I was mad
There's an angel in the sky, everytime she passes by
She will give us all a smile and all our tears, they start to dry
Okay my momma, yeah she left me, but she never stopped to bless me
She will always be protecting me and if she needs me, she can text me
Try to say one thing wrong about me or my mom
I'll rip out your fucking tongue, yeah you'll be quiet all night long
I ain't got 1 2 3 4 diamonds on my neck
Or got 5 6 7 8 millions in the back
Yo, ofcourse I want them stacks and of course I want them plaques
But if I can't do that being real, I will just pass your fucking deal
Cause there's one thing for real, ain't no need for a Richard Mille
It's the respect that I want, yeah from you and your aunt
I want you look up to me, thinking yeah he made it, G
Never thought he'd be standing there, with those looks and that flair, yep
Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head
Yeah they need to be spread all across the map
Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator
Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper
I wrote this in my car, I layed bar after bar
Imagining I'm a rockstar, yeah, with no guitar
Copyright, that's not right, ayo that was a migoline
Go and try to censor it, you the only one that witnessed it
Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head
Yeah they need to be spread all across the map
Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator
Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper
I'm an ugly motherfucker with some things from which I suffer
I ain't the type of hugger cause I was left by my own mother
Never fell into the gutter, but I had a lot to cover
If it wasn't for my bro's, then I probably would be smothered
MGK, Eminem, great influence, let them in
Lyrical genius, called him slim
Lets go back to the moment when
My ego said: you can do this thing
Go for it, yeah you will win
Get that fame, no wedding ring
When you come back, they'll call you king
Took some paper and laid the words
I can't bring them without a curse
Hate on me, it works adverse
1 minute later, 3 new verse
Bring em right to the producer
Cozy yeah, better call him sir
We go bigger, you gotta hold on
I'm bout to be a phenomenon
Can't fuck with my crew, we all bout to blew
Right up in the sky, dude save it, you'll cry
The things we gon do, we ain't doing it for you
Check the statistics before you gon sue
Increasing my speed, now sweat in my sweater
People wil say goddamnit, that's clever
Guess who's here, ain't gonna dissapear
Just to make it clear, there is nothing that I fear
Once I am that famous, I'll take my homies to some places
We would bang all kind of races, from the front right to the anus
My homies and my fam, they made me the way I am
And if you think I'm a fag, come to me, I'll get you back
Now rewind, replay and now please listen to the lyrics
Goddamn, I mean, I really bring you a message
Haha fuck
Okay, okay, uh, yeah
You now better gon listen to me closely
Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head
Yeah they need to be spread all across the map
Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator
Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper
I don't come from the rock bottom
I was never left forgotten, oh except for my own mother
She the one left me to rotten
But she still is my mom and my hairs aren't blond
So I ain't the type of guy here to scream at my mom
Fake people call me wack, but I respond em right back
Yo who's on this track and who secures the bag
You now better hit the road, yeah, cause this is my stage
And don't you ever ask again for them tickets, backstage
Yo I do this for my brother and I do this for my sister
For my mom and my dad, they were there when I was mad
There's an angel in the sky, everytime she passes by
She will give us all a smile and all our tears, they start to dry
Okay my momma, yeah she left me, but she never stopped to bless me
She will always be protecting me and if she needs me, she can text me
Try to say one thing wrong about me or my mom
I'll rip out your fucking tongue, yeah you'll be quiet all night long
I ain't got 1 2 3 4 diamonds on my neck
Or got 5 6 7 8 millions in the back
Yo, ofcourse I want them stacks and of course I want them plaques
But if I can't do that being real, I will just pass your fucking deal
Cause there's one thing for real, ain't no need for a Richard Mille
It's the respect that I want, yeah from you and your aunt
I want you look up to me, thinking yeah he made it, G
Never thought he'd be standing there, with those looks and that flair, yep
Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head
Yeah they need to be spread all across the map
Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator
Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper
I wrote this in my car, I layed bar after bar
Imagining I'm a rockstar, yeah, with no guitar
Copyright, that's not right, ayo that was a migoline
Go and try to censor it, you the only one that witnessed it
Fresh out the bed, got some bars in my head
Yeah they need to be spread all across the map
Got to write it down on paper, ain't no need for a translator
Ayo, what I try to reach, is my face on the newpaper
I'm an ugly motherfucker with some things from which I suffer
I ain't the type of hugger cause I was left by my own mother
Never fell into the gutter, but I had a lot to cover
If it wasn't for my bro's, then I probably would be smothered
MGK, Eminem, great influence, let them in
Lyrical genius, called him slim
Lets go back to the moment when
My ego said: you can do this thing
Go for it, yeah you will win
Get that fame, no wedding ring
When you come back, they'll call you king
Took some paper and laid the words
I can't bring them without a curse
Hate on me, it works adverse
1 minute later, 3 new verse
Bring em right to the producer
Cozy yeah, better call him sir
We go bigger, you gotta hold on
I'm bout to be a phenomenon
Can't fuck with my crew, we all bout to blew
Right up in the sky, dude save it, you'll cry
The things we gon do, we ain't doing it for you
Check the statistics before you gon sue
Increasing my speed, now sweat in my sweater
People wil say goddamnit, that's clever
Guess who's here, ain't gonna dissapear
Just to make it clear, there is nothing that I fear
Once I am that famous, I'll take my homies to some places
We would bang all kind of races, from the front right to the anus
My homies and my fam, they made me the way I am
And if you think I'm a fag, come to me, I'll get you back
Now rewind, replay and now please listen to the lyrics
Goddamn, I mean, I really bring you a message
Haha fuck