Real Rap Lyrics

Now introducing Temple’s very own, Pat g

Thank you ladies you’re far too kind, let’s get it

This one right here’s for texas, the lonestar

Temple what’s up

Wildcat alumni i grew up on the nawfside

I see the game like i’m courtside

Coach too, of course, i got the birds eye view

Like i’m in the press box

I’m red hot

I take spots dak presscott

My composure, i never lose it

Texas roots, known to rock it like i play for houston

Not the astros but i can change up, curve ball,

Screw it

Throwin fast balls, call it my sales pitch

When i’m up to bat

I swing for the fence

Slow it down patrick, young maverick

You got star power like the cowboys in dallas

They hear me rhyme and they say i’m amazing

My response i just shine the light that God gave me

And i know, every verse i write be takin the longest

But this was all done on the spur of the moment, TEXAS!

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap

They wish me goodluck, aint no luck involved

I been working hard, now it’s payin off

Smart work pays, fa sho, i’m new to gettin paid for shows

Sure it’ll never get it old (never)

Always been a go getter, only time i wanna change

Is if i change for the better

Make a name for myself, yall can stay the same

I wont complain left my prints on the game like purple rain

And i’m just gettin started, imma grind til my kid kids are good

Then kickback like a house party

Anotha day at the office, handle all my business

Now i get to the paper, like it’s Dundler Mufflin

Pullin out all the stops, like a crossin guard

Many are called, but few are chosen

Sometimes you’re on your own when you’re shooting around

You Gotta do it by yourself get your own rebound

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap

So elusive when it comes to the fake

Shoot me straight, no illusion when i illustrate

The illest traits in my DNA, cook the cake

Eat it too,driven, eyes on the road

Hands at 10 and 2, business attended to

Big boss moves, king koopa

More drive than lyft or uber

A mini coop, mustang or mclaren

So if you’re ridin with the kid you should go head and share it

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up

As we (rock the beat)

Imma give me what they want

This is real rap