I'm a Rapper

I’m a rapper I’m a rapper Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after 12 new cars put a hundred on the dash For the bitches in the back saying “F*ck you Bastard” They say I rap too hard Or I sound like him Then I rap two bars Say I sound like shit Yeah you say what you want But I found my niche Cut the vocals off let’s see what you can really do then Cause see back then it was all about how you was spitting They was ripping you if you was in and started ripping writtens Told you come on back when you ain’t talking bout shit in the kitchen I was just a little white boy tryna fit in Cause I’m an artist I’m one of y’all See look man I started wearing Calvin Klein drawers I just got a hoopty from a guy at the mall He said he's got a plug in the industry, said he’ll call but I doubt it cause I’m a rapper I’m a rapper Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after 12 new cars put a hundred on the dash For the bitches in the back saying “F*ck you Bastard” Maybe I should be nice Yeah it sounds nice right That a dude like me wouldn’t make fun of dykes That I could prolly write a verse without taking a life Micah said I’m too hard on em Give me the knife Give me a pen and a pad And I’ll start ripping that ass Like I was Riley Reid, I’m blacked out Dripping in cash Like I was Adrian Peterson boy I’m ripping em fast Popping right up on em like I dipped real quick but I’m back But you saying that you got em Bang bang oochie walla My new found love could prolly make a hoochie holla Yo I’m so damn cool, I don’t think I’ll break a dollar If I did I want the quarters and I know you bitches got em I’m a rapper I’m a rapper Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after 12 new cars put a hundred on the dash For the bitches in the back saying “F*ck you Bastard”