Can You Rap Like Us ft. Moosey Elias Lyrics

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Sick of all these phoney niggas

Cause they fucking up my image

I'm balling out in games and in life, boy ain't no scrimmage

They be asking how I'm feeling, that's cool cause I don't feel different

But I know how it feel to be a king

I been stuck inside my mental, contemplating the places I'm creating

The niggas that I'm been facing, the morals that I've been chasing

Man that's messed up

Ain't worried 'bout no shordy, get my checks up

Ain't worried 'bout no shordy, get your bread up

Cause nigga I can't wait, I'm on a mission

I'm blocking like tunnel vision

My mind stay in a prison

So free up my intuition

I thank god for all the blessings, I'm sorry for all the sinning

But I gotta show 'em how I be pimpin'

Ain't talking Pippen when I shoot up

Shordies on my phone, they tryna mood up

As long as they got shordies for my shootas

She making me a slave, said I'm boo'd up

Extended like a ruler

But I ain't talking clips, and she a tutor

But there always comes a time and a day where we can do this again

But shordy let me take a battery break

I got up with my nigga Moosey, he telling me he baby laflame

Y'all better get y'all new priorities straight

I pop a nigga like a pimple

Bullets on his cheeks, I call 'em dimples

We hopping out of the scene with no wrinkle

Yeah, Igive my niggas new pack from the last opp

Yeah we finna blast off

We eat that nigga up like a sprinkle

Let me hop on this beat like I'm Weezy

Coming with the bars and the baddest of broads

Shawty gave visage in mahogany drawers

Me and Zyad hopping off, they gon' give us applause

Look, a nigga feeling astronomical like I'm on Mars

No Elon Musk, these rapper they gon' eat my dust

And I don't fuss, grind like Russ

Uh, Uh

Focused on my visual

My dreams getting literal

All that hate habitual

This shit getting ridicule

Mediterainian, I see through these niggas

Tryna mess my image, ain't no frames for these niggas

Wait, Baldhead Slick, way I spit on these beats and preach

Feeling like I'm Ed, you the sons I'ma teach

I'm talking Marshall

Your guap compared to mine is just partial

Only 17 and I'm spitting like apostles, uh

I don't think they know 'bout Elias

From the MLT, like "je m'appelle le plus réel"

As you can tell, I'm wiping out beats like Cottonelle

Came a long way since greats picked it in the field

Gime 'em something they can feel

I'm tryna make a mil', I'm tryna make it to the Ville

For real

Lil shawty got that melanin

And them melons grand

Feelin' heaven sent

In my element, uh

I pop off

Ain't no games, ain't no hopscotch

Ain't no cop talk, I just fact talk

My flow top notch, art like Bob Ross

I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross

Hit em' with the bomb like it's Kris Kross

Ain't no time for discussion

I take this beat and I'm rushing

This verse gon' give 'em concussion

C. Rock gon give 'em the tussin

My flow McDonal's cause they say they lovin' it (Ha, yeah)

Let me switch it up real quick

Zyad, CP3 he done passed me the beat

All star shit, I'm like D Wade with the heat

Still count my residuals, keep my money digital

Days I was down to my feet

Ain't got nothing to eat

I was grinding like kids selling bottles to Meek

I done turned into Moosey

I done turned into the young emcee

My music good like it's from Carnegie

I'm gone