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These days if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played I blame all the sucka niggas, spread lame like the plague Nowadays when I'm rappin', I don't know what to say All these niggas talkin' bout, f*ck bitches get paid If a nigga try to disrespect, call my nigga with a K Only thing if it really happened, they ain't got a nigga that'll spray Looks like it's the end of times, see Demus broad day I don't know what to blame, say my breath shit don't change Better focus on the meal ticket, ma said I need to pray for it But my peers hunt and pray for it, can't stay green, get caught slippin Young boy said pay the chicken, he can get your boy the right equipment Bout to cop me a stick, custom grip with a switch on the road to riches Bitch niggas can't run the track, always knew I had to grind for it Niggas dyin' over rhinestones or they sell their soul on the first mile My Air Force no scuff, no compromise I'm ford tough Niggas got kid blitz fucked up, get ahead on some sus stuff I'd rather be underground, heard you clowns gettin' butt fucked I don't really want it that much, I switch up run plays Steady cookin' up a way to chef, tryna decipher the maze You cannot copy my ways, I'm choppin' like Roronoa with a blade These days if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played I blame all the suckin' niggas, spread lame like the plague Now days when I'm rappin', I don't know what to say All these niggas talkin' bout, f*ck bitches get paid If a nigga try to disrespect, call my nigga with a K Only thing, if it really happen, they ain't got a nigga that'll spray Looks like it's the end of times, see Demons broad day I don't know what to blame, save my breath, shit don't change Better focus on the meal ticket, pop said need to grind more All alone in these dark streets, need heat, can't get caught slippin Thick headed, always hard to listen, took a few lumps, but I'm humble with it Next time, bet his homies miss him, run a play, clip him, tryna stop the mission Frenemies be the worst killers, they'll grab your feet, take you down with them Niggas losers got a lot of excuses, so I be elusive on the crab, missing Deficit, can't do math with him, steady talkin' cappin', no master plan Tryna brag bout who you know, nigga, you's a fan, no cash in hand These days, lotta dapper dans, dick ridin', tryna tap a dance I don't need no feature nigga, me and Kay-Todd, tryna Pakistan Hella raps like Pakistan, tryna go gold like a Packer-Fan Niggas foul, tryna hack a shack, maybe cause a nigga spit facts These days, if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played These days, if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played These days, if I'm honest, I don't know what to say These days, if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played
Sanatçı: Karriem DeVaughn
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