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Rap Sh*t

 

Rap Sh*t

(アルバム: Time - 2020)


I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
Then scrapped it
Like what the fuck, ain't nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors and get busy any more
Got a whole lot of time these days
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you coming with the cheap talk
We don't hear nothing when the beat drop (drop)

This the type of shit you never hear about (hear about)
Question my position and my whereabouts (whereabouts)
Say I ain't a success 'cause I got a 6s
IPhone signal failing like my piss test
Man oh man, we do it first rate (first rate)
Back on the horse 'til the spurs break (spurs break)
Eight days a week, 25 hours a day
We one up 'em, double, triple 'em
Bust 'em, 'cause I'm trying to tell 'em life happens (life happens)
So pack your life jacket when you're kayaking through the white rapids
Are we clear now? (Aye-aye captain)
Every hoodie that I own smell like marijuana smoke
Call it high fashion, this is live action, ain't no CGI
Hip-hop ain't the same since Nate Dogg died
My Momma keeps telling me my eyes look tired
But I'm just trying to make it through the week though

I wrote a whole verse about rap shit (then what?)
Then scrapped it (hahaha)
Like what the fuck, ain't nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors and keep it real anymore
Got a whole lot of time these days (too much)
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you coming with the cheap talk
We don't hear nothing when the beat drop (drop)

Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go

I go back to back
Hundred some shows, I go map to map
Ripping wife beaters and performing with a fanny pack
A battle rap, hell I be bending bars like I'm Affleck
Dissecting bars, just like I'm Dr. Dre at the Aftermath
Make rap great again
Impeach the fake, take away streams
Everybody pays for them
Ain't nobody saving them
I tried to offer help to a nigga
He starting mumbling so I didn't know what to say to him
All I do is catch dubs, all I'm tryna do is win
Both mean the same, so I'm sitting in a synonym
Spinning killers, getting in while overlap is skipping him
Duck Dodge dripping in the range, with some spinning rims
Tryna rap with me is something that you can handle
I been on the kill track, you will get dismantled
I know where you at just like a social media handle
I'm on like a light synonym like a candle

I wrote a whole verse about rap shit (about rap shit?)
Then scrapped it (hahaha)
Like what the fuck, ain't nobody wanna hear me rap about
How I spit metaphors and get ill anymore
Got a whole lot of time these days (too much)
Me and my naive ways
Keep the change, when you coming with the cheap talk
We don't hear nothing when the beat drop (drop)

Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go

I'm going hard in the Mack give your heart an attack
Scrap midgets on crack, still ain't harder than Snak (nope)
This is real life shit, ain't a part of the act
Every ad lib sound like I barfed on the track
New kid, new me, really nothing new though
Fuck the politics, I ain't Justin Trudeau
If you heard it on the internet is must be true bro
Obstacles arise and I punch right through those
I'm too nice, they calling me a brick and an asshole
Pubes in they teeth, 'cause my dick got an afro
Smoke mad weed, I don't hit no tobacco
Don't fit in no lanes so I stick to the back row
Better watch out when I come through
'Cause I might make a scene
Never gonna back down, fall off, or lose sight of my dream (no)
Gonna need intervention 'cause I write like a fiend
Never gonna rest or get sleep, bitch I'm like a machine

I wrote a whole verse about rap shit
Back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go back to back, I black out on raps
I go

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