real rappers

Yeah, Ima rap about my real life Yeah, I'd rather rap about my real life Yeah, I'd rather rap about my real life They don't rap about they real life So they don't rap real, not real rappers Okay, I'm back up on my player shit Funny thing is that these days I don't play a bit Niggas see cameras and change they tone like they Karl Townes Full court press, I'ma check you when you out of bounds Everywhere I go, I just hope that people know me well Baby body stacked like the clippers, how could this brodie fail Hope you wear the jeans that hug your curves and show em well Everybody bring they girls, let's have a show and tell Yeah, it's plenty fish in the sea, but I know her well When I drop, I'm scary as shit, I'm like snow in hell Everybody wonder what trick that I got up my sleeve Rap, made the beat, and mix, I'm the three man weave Niggas still in the streets is something you may not need Can't walk that walk forever like you knock kneed God gave you that body, don't question what the maker make I was only made to hold it down like a paperweight Wait, okay, it's going up Anybody hate me in the party, then I'm showing up I'm trying to move faster than niggas and I ain't slowing up You can't even master limits cause you don't know enough Yeah, I came from four dollar meals at the Steak and Shake Working on the wrinkles from that but need my paper straight You can know the rules and lose to niggas who be cheating life Getting left behind when you knew how to read right Wait, rap about my real life Aye, Ima just rap about my real life I'd rather rap about my real life And they don't rap about they real life So they don't rap real, not real rappers