Yet Another Rapper Lyrics

I'm yet another rapper

Maybe better than the previous and a model for the next

I got lyrics in my head and I could profit off of them

When you check the pack, hold it by the stem, ay, yeah

Whole lot of change in my life, that done never changed

Trappin ain't for me dawg, that money like a chain

Took both of us out, she tryna give us brain

Make her spend dimes on me, a hunnid down the drain

Hold up, and you know I'm speaking facts nigga

Hold up, did you know my guys were bad niggas

Hold up, 1 double 7 my tat nigga

Hold up, I'll add BDC to that nigga

I'm just tryna grow this brand it's taking time man

I'm the litest on the mic that you've seen out of Van

Eight3 boutta study business we gon make a plan

I'm gon need a lawyer bitch to get me out the can

If that shit's an option for you then stay out the streets

Man I feel like Bobby Shmurda when I find a beat

I can smell the schmoney I'mma put it in my teeth

I don't know why my lil nigga think that life is sweet

Uh, I guess it's time to say Goodbyes nigga

Uh, I got a filter for their lies nigga

Uh, I guess it's time to say Goodbyes nigga

Uh, Don't owe you shit I threw yall dimes nigga

I'm yet another rapper

Maybe better than the previous and a model for the next

I got lyrics in my head and I could profit off of them

When you check the pack, hold it by the stem, ay, yeah

I'm out here steady showing how I'm lyrical

Any nigga tryna diss me, leave him critical

177, BGO, it's syndical

Can you out-rap me? That's rhetorical

How I shock you with the flows it's electrical

When I start spitting facts it gets hysterical

Hundred thirty pounds I'm not talking nickles

Skinny nigga but you know my jewelry jingle

All this ice got me wet like its a bath nigga

You get hit with bare knuckles, no brass nigga

Naughty girls, good students, and some bad niggas

Out at night, with the demons we some dark niggas

Don't come at me, talking bout no fuckin structure

The way I phrase my words, it's like a puncture

Fake niggas, now I see their true colors

Do not play with me nigga I throw cut-uppers

Nutrition needles in my head as a baby

You would ask why, well it's cuz I had no mommy

Now I got me the most wonderful family

Nice dinners and wine glasses on the balcony

Nutrition needles in my head as a baby

You would ask why, well it's cuz I had no mommy

Now I got me the most wonderful family

Nice dinners and wine glasses on the balcony

I'm yet another rapper

Maybe better than the previous and a model for the next

I got lyrics in my head and I could profit off of them

When you check the pack, hold it by the stem, ay, yeah

Got my jewelry on and this winter getting icy

Turning up with YK we be drinking on Bacardi

They gon blast our music loud for the thotties

Winter season but they got their summer bodies