The Art of Rap

We sparring! If you sitting writing shit, you cheating at that point Nigga let's-let's just Get this shit off like For real bro I made that shit like Oh aight That nigga made that it ten minutes, fifteen minutes You gotta bring back the booth Bring back the booth Yeah I tell niggas all the time bro All that You could be the flyest nigga on the Gram You could have all the You could have all the latest Gucci The latest Virgil, Louis You could have all that shit, nigga We gon link up! I don't care what you got on How much jewelry you got, what car parked outside Let's do this now, like I done watched a lotta niggas get Come on, like, you know what I'm saying? Some of your favorite niggas, like Trust me This shit, it get a little You know what I mean? I don't care about none of that shit It's like, alright, the beat on, let's talk What you bout to talk about? I'm bout to talk about some shit! Regardless of the setting, nigga It could be anybody in this shit We bout to go though You did this or where you came from How much money you got, your name None of that You get in that ring You gon-gon have to fight You could tell me all that I'm gon knock you out Let's see how many can fight Right or wrong? Them punches might not land like they been landing You feel me?