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I don't give a fuck about hip-hop, cuz I ain't never made none of that shit

Niggas been sayin' we wasn't real hip-hop from the beginning of time

They said we wasn't real hip-hop, but we don't got no trains and no backpacks

And one leg out pants ain't rolled up to our knee and shit

Know what I'm talkin' bout

So, you know, after a motherfucker, tell you somethin' for so long

And let you know they don't want you

Know what I'm sayin'? After a while nigga, don't wanna be down with you

Bitch-ass nigga, no more, Know what I'm saying

When you pull up, it's whips and chains, but we ain't slaves, huh

It ain't no stragglers in this trap, we all get paid, huh

All off a bitch seen a young nigga get paid, huh

He got a bitch I know you cut for on the blade, huh

Just gettin' in my bag, Chef Curry Swag when I cook it up

Three-pointer in my wood, feel like P. Miller, how I hook it up

Got good brain she on my dictionary, I guess I'm booked up

Wanna see a shootin' star then baby, hit your knees and look up

Niggas tried to shit on us, man

You know, need to go to Down South, need to shut ya mouth

Shit like that

Know what I'm sayin'? Niggas, y'all ain't real hip-hop down there

Bitch-ass niggas, well, guess what

We ain't real hip-hop down here, nigga

Nigga, stay up there where you at

With your funny-ass cars and your funny-ass houses, nigga

Down here having things, nigga

Cost of living good down here in Texas

Nigga, I been drivin' Cadillacs since I was 15 years old

You better get right

Left my old ho for a new one, couldn't keep her lips tight

Had some love ones do a nigga, low down dirty

Shit didn't sit right

Barely know the bitch, she askin' me for bread

The fuck I look like

Say I'm trippin', yeah, I book flights

Astronaut, I hop on that moon rock and Then I'm takin' off

Kick a door like Shottas

Ain't no options, yeah, we take it all

Just when she thought we was goin' steady

I'ma break it off

Bitch, I'm feelin' like Chad Butler in 2006

You can catch me in that blender, yeah, I'm in the mix

Gone til September, choppin' blades, breakin' down a brick

I'm out in Denver just for weed, lost count of what I spent

Hop on tracks, then I walk it down like a pedestrian

Pimp C like that pussy hair, bitch, I like my bald ho

Lay the Smack Down on a Monday night, I'm goin' Raw ho

Gave me that pussy, now she talkin' bout her car note

Bitch, I can't help you, here's a message for your sorrows

Get your mind on your shit, you can have some too

You gotta come down here and buy you some, bitch

I'm talkin' bout straight business, man

I know they don't like me

They be all on the internet talkin' bout the pimp

Pimp rap like he writing nursery rhymes

pimp this and pimp that

You know what tho bitch

Until you put your real motherfuckin' address and your phone number on that shit

You ain't sayin' nothin', nigga, hide behind them email address

You a ho

I want a chop blades

I want a chop blades

I want a chop blades