No Rapper

(album: Mental Trillness - 2023)

I'm so tired of these rap niggas, mane, these industry people, these fucking record labels
Shit is fake, shit is phony, they fucking over people, mane
Just own all your shit and don't give these bitches shit
No percentages, none of that shit, my nigga

I ain't on no rapper shit (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper bitch (At all)
I ain't with that capping shit (Ain't with it)
Pull up, we clapping shit (Brr-brr)
I ain't on no rapper shit (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper bitch (At all)
I ain't with that capping shit (Ain't with it)
Pull up (Yeah, yeah), we clapping shit (Buck)

I ain't with that rapping shit (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the bitch
Strip club ratchet shit (Uh-mhm), I'm drinking actavis
I ain't with that rapping shit (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the bitch
Strip club ratchet shit (Uh-mhm), I'm drinking actavis (Buck)

Mane, I'm in too deep, fifty million and upcount
Rich nigga from the trenches, I could buy a public housing
Mane, I'm in too deep, I don't see me coming out it
I'm a Gold Rushmore, data put me on the mount
Mane, I'm in too deep, you can't trick me out the streets
Spraying at your SUV's, shoot off the dose, now it's a Jeep
Mane, I'm in too deep, I'm a shark, I can swim through it
Do you fools listen to the music or just skim through it?
Three 6 Mafia, we been about that ratchet shit
Jacking shit, trapping shit, that murder shit, I wack a bitch
China five type of shit, get it? Bought some clown shit
Most these niggas fake, they just talking, they not popping shit

I ain't on no rapper shit (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper bitch (At all)
I ain't with that capping shit (Ain't with it)
Pull up, we clapping shit (Brr-brr)
I ain't on no rapper shit (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper bitch (At all)
I ain't with that capping shit (Ain't with it)
Pull up (Yeah, yeah), we clapping shit (Buck)

I ain't with that rapping shit (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the bitch
Strip club ratchet shit (Uh-mhm), I'm drinking actavis
I ain't with that rapping shit (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the bitch
Strip club ratchet shit (Uh-mhm), I'm drinking actavis (It's all in)

I'm a real lyricist, don't consider me no rapper (I ain't no rapper)
Got my name from what I toke, Carbon to flip your ass better (On God)
I just stacked another ten, I still pour racks up in the mattress (Up in the mattress)
Drip Dior with the Chanel, just to catch my flight to Cali
Mane, fuck a social site, I got blue checks, bitch I'm verified (Bitch)
When gang ready to slide and doing drill, we call it hammer-time (Yeah)
Bitches that be hating be the main ones that's a fan of mine (Uh-huh)
In LA with the pass, smoking on some shit from Anaheim (Easy)
All that damn typing, I don't do the enemy
If it's pressure, drop a pin, blow that smoke off 'bout your titties, bitch
Mumble when I'm emsy, really would they ask to do business?
They know better than the saying when I'm right there, we'll have a speak (Bitch)

I ain't on no rapper shit (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper bitch (At all)