Rap What I Live ft. Mikey & Bailey Daniel Lyrics

I pull up and spit, cause rap what I live

And lately I been active as shit but all I'm seein' is people sayin'

That I shouldn't rap I should quit cause I'm white

Man get off of my dick man y'all couldn't spit

As good this if you look just like me bitch

And just like a sample that's soundin dope I'ma flip

I oughta toss ya some drip cause dawg I'm throwin' a fit

I should be owed for this shit I'm flowin' I'm showing you tips

But from now on I'll just show you my tip

And you can put both of yo lips around it and lick

Homie don't even quit until I explode in yo shit

And coat yo throat with my kids

Man this shit can get nasty when I get pissed

Yeah this shit can get nasty when I get pissed

Don't come at me or you'll get hit

I'm just happy to be a kid, I'm just rappin' cause I love it

I'm not yappin' about dumb shit, I'm unpackin' all of what is

Up in my in my head I could choose to lay in bed instead

But I would prolly wonder why I'm on these meds

And always stressed and stay depressed

It's because I never expressed my emotions

So I created JMS for my coping

Now my flow got you floatin' cause I'm devoted

To stackin' dope in my quotes and never chokin'

When I'm lettin' 'em go at an open mic night

Oh I can't write tight, because I'm white right

We oughta have fight night, yo ass is gettin' sideswiped

By my knuckles yeah they fly right by yo eyesight till you goin night night

Put you to sleep like what you do to me

When you dabbling in the music scene

You sounding goofy g

I was forged in the fire, but still need a lighter to spark my spliff

I smoke to get higher than giraffe vagina, I poked a bear in hopes of a fight

And I know that I might be out of my mind but wrote on these lines

That I make it in time, it's so prolific, I open my eyes inside of my dreams

And now my future lies in arenas and lights

Brighter than bright it's giving Stevie sight

And I feel alive in the night, I'm never thinking twice

Cause if I never hopped on the track, then I'd regret for life

That I could be one of the coldest niggas to touch a mic

If nothing, I can put myself into that lil' discussion I

Got expensive signs that come through your speaker's pricey percussion

I know I'm fuckin' rollin', don't play on stoppin' for nothin I

Can't stop until I'm in the finest mansion with finer dancers and diamonds dancin

Got bands for my niggas servin' hand-to-hand You take the money, cleanse it

Got 'em out the streets and in sprinter vans

All because I took the chance and never doubted me

Your favorite words are still I know I can't

Say I'm him, I know I am You can't stop him, no you can't

Better toe his tag, I mean tag his toe I go blow for blow with any rappin' nigga

Wantin' beef and smoke this shit a cook out bro if JMS the robber

I'm the look out bro, this duo sicko bro Ain't talkin' sicko mode

I'm in a different mode, I'm on a different road

I'm with a different ho, that do the same shit

Let's switch positions, ho, I'm on my totem pole

I'm goin' for the gold, don't plan on goin' home

The G-O-A-T I'm the

Goat I only go for throats I'm oh so dope you prolly overdose

Up on these beats I beat yo ass just like yo older bro

I'm not J Cole with clothes so I won't fold no no

I've been told I'm cold, but they start it with "I won't hold ya bro"

And I'm like no I know ya won't

Never rode the wave it just don't float my boat

Cause I'ma have mo' motion than all the waves in the ocean

With my quotes when I pave a way for the hopeless and the future dopest

I know that I'm the coldest even if, for you, it's too soon to notice

Zoom out and re-zoom to focus

With all these rhymes I pack up in these lines

I prolly move the quotas for what you think dope is

Gotta have three syllables twice per line bitch I'm nice with mine

Outta ten my writtens are a ten and my presence on the mic's a nine

As far as flow I'm fine with a 9.5

Don't gimme nothin' less with your raps I'm so unimpressed

Cause your structure doesn't exist when you write it's a fuckin' mess

Just copy how I spit and maybe you'll start suckin' less

Wooh! Can't nobody fuck with me baby

Shoutout Mikey for that dope-ass verse

Shit was only, it was gon' end on his verse

But he went in too hard, I had to, you know

Make it my song again

Shoutout Bailey Daniels

Motherfucker dope as fuck

JMS 'till infinity, baby, I'm finna rap forever

Yeah, you know what

I think I'm finna rap