Radioplay Songtext
von R.I.E

(Enviyon On The Mix)

Yeah
Yeah
(We don′t take no L)
Yeah


My manager called me today
Said I still can't get no radio play
And that e-mail from "Drake"
Is probally fake
Checked the IP, that shit came straight from Bombay
Not again, bitch
I can′t believe I'm going through this shit again, bitch
I mean this is like my fucking tenth attempt, bitch
I think I should just go over there and end shit
I'm gonna burn that motherfucker down
Oh my God, think I just heard my fuckin′ stomach growl again
No groceries, now I′m going into town again
Can't afford a Big Mac, guess I′ll get a Quarter Pounder then
Got my order wrong, now I gotta go around again
Guess this time I'll just order louder man
You know this burger is tasting kinda sour man
Do you think it′s 'cause of the fact that I shouted man?
Nah, I doubt it man
Shoulda gone to Burger King
But for some reason I just cannot trust their onion rings
Yeah
It′s pretty troubling
Think it might be from a song that someone sings
Then my cellphone rings


My manager called me today
Said I still can't get no radio play
And that e-mail from "Drake"
Is definitely fake
Checked the bank account linked to a "Mr Bond James"
Ooh
Why they always wanna do me dirty homie?
Ooh
Why the fuck they thinking I ain't worthy homie?
Ooh
Why the fuck they always fuckin′ swerving on me?
It′s their funeral, welcome to the ceremony
AK too damn big to tuck it
Fuck it
I'm about to take it out in public
Ain′t nobody bringing up the motherfucking subject
Tell security to move or he can fucking snuff it
Fuck it
I just sprayed him for the fuck of it
The industry wanna use me like a puppet bitch
I picked up his shotgun and I point it at another bitch
She tryna tell me that she ain't even part of this
I pumped the pump
And then I slumped the chump
Don′t make me take a chunk out of another punk
When I say "jump" you jump
And do not bump your gums
And don't nobody get no blood on my Air Force 1′s
Made my way to the radio booth
Seen a motherfucker sitting, getting interviewed
Picked up my tool
Aimed it at his family jewels
Nothing left to say except
"Doof, doof, doof"
Sat down in the motherfucking seat
Fished in my pocket, pulled out a USB
Gave it to the DJ, told him "Play this fucking shit for me"
Now the whole city busy listening to R.I.E
Ooh
I called my manager today
Told him I finally got that radio play
He said "Man, I got something better to say
I was wrong about those e-mails it was actually Drake"

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

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Haha, yeah right