real rappers Lyrics

Yeah, Ima rap about my real life Yeah, I'd rather rap about my real life

Yeah, I'd rather rap about my real life

They don't rap about they real life

So they don't rap real, not real rappers

Okay, I'm back up on my player shit

Funny thing is that these days I don't play a bit

Niggas see cameras and change they tone like they Karl Townes

Full court press, I'ma check you when you out of bounds

Everywhere I go, I just hope that people know me well

Baby body stacked like the clippers, how could this brodie fail

Hope you wear the jeans that hug your curves and show em well

Everybody bring they girls, let's have a show and tell

Yeah, it's plenty fish in the sea, but I know her well

When I drop, I'm scary as shit, I'm like snow in hell

Everybody wonder what trick that I got up my sleeve

Rap, made the beat, and mix, I'm the three man weave

Niggas still in the streets is something you may not need

Can't walk that walk forever like you knock kneed

God gave you that body, don't question what the maker make

I was only made to hold it down like a paperweight

Wait, okay, it's going up

Anybody hate me in the party, then I'm showing up

I'm trying to move faster than niggas and I ain't slowing up

You can't even master limits cause you don't know enough

Yeah, I came from four dollar meals at the Steak and Shake

Working on the wrinkles from that but need my paper straight

You can know the rules and lose to niggas who be cheating life

Getting left behind when you knew how to read right

Wait, rap about my real life

Aye, Ima just rap about my real life

I'd rather rap about my real life

And they don't rap about they real life

So they don't rap real, not real rappers