Real Rap

Yeah Aye
I'm thinking about the men ya hear me
In this bitch reminiscing ya hear me
Yeah Big Trap
Aye
I hit the booth and I start reminiscing
When I think bout the men I be all in my feelings
Shit got me deep in my feelings I'm thinking bout killing
I keep popping them perkys I'm scratching and itching
I'm smoking the sheets and the blend I don't fuck with the swishers
Had to cut off some niggas I cropped out the picture
I do not fuck with too many
Only fuck with my brothers my cousins and sisters
Damn this shit real rap nigga this shit ain't no cap
Put that bag on his ass like a cap
Niggas dissing but when he seen me he got blown off the map
Twenty shots in the clip I be giving out jacks
No doctor but I'm really giving out shots
You ain't scoring you tipping and drawing
Fat shit gang we gon put that shit on ya
Niggas bluffing we pushing up on them
I'm still catching hits at like four in the morning
I can't hang with no bitch all day shit boring
Only hang with my fam cause I know what they on
How the fuck is you trapping and sleep in the morning
When that money be up niggas really be snoring
Damn niggas ain't chasing that paper
Niggas chasing that pussy that shit ain't playa
Mix the wock with the yellow I be sipping on lakers
I be way in my jam pop a perc and I chase it
My trap use to move slow but I had to stay patient
I had to stay down had to pace it
It's some shit we can't change just face it
We ain't trying get even when we up on that score we gon real live raise it
I grew up with them pimps and the killers and takers
If I can't get what I want then you know I'ma take it
Bitch
Uhh I'm the last of the real
You ain't talking no m's I ain't signing no deal
Tryna get out the hood and put ma on the hill
So I wake up and I'm getting straight to them sales
I ain't breaking no code I be breaking them scales
The feds intercept when that shit came right through the mail
That was a fucked up day I ain't even make a sale
It's only two ways out nigga heaven or hell
Niggas get in that jam and the tell
Be the same niggas screaming they real
These niggas be bitches they tucking they tale
I was just with my dawg now he locked in that cell
My dawg just got locked he ain't even make bail
Still face time the men up the mother fucking jail
Rest in peace to the ops I be wishing them well
Uhh you know I'm riding with oc
Spin on their block we gon do it for blizzy
We gon hop out the car with two drizzys
Spinning that bitch so much niggas is starting to get dizzy
I swear to god niggas don't know how i'm feeling
I lost my heart I ain't got no feelings
I get way too high I ain't got no ceilings
Tryna cope with shit but this shit fucked up
Nah shit really fucked up tho ya hear me
I done lost too many people man
I ain't even got no heart nomore
Nah forreal shit left my mother fucking soul
I ain't got no heart
When I lost my grandma that shit broke me apart
Having suicide thoughts but I stopped
You can't walk in my shoes til you walk in my socks
I got a strong ass pops
Fighting cancer but still will go help out whoever that shit from the heart
Don't fuck with my pops and get popped
For my pops i'll come through on your block and i'll clear out your block
Uh nigga don't judge me
I only be where I know that they love me
I know shit looking good but this shit can get ugly
Me and bro stay together we just like the dudley's
Nigga got robbed by the gang trying link and be buddies
I ain't trying be cool I ain't making no rap friends
No cap I only came for that backend
Plug dropping that load so you know that he backed in
I'm serving that gas nigga tap in
I'm still the same me right now from back then
It's trap money records and I be the captain
Can't fuck with these niggas cause niggas be capping
This a glock with a switch but he hit like a mac ten
Put ya man in the air uh uh uh
Put ya man in the air now who geeking to match him
Now who gon match his ass haha
Big money nigga