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don't do the rap cap shit
Yall niggas better keep up foreal

Shesh
(Shesh, shesh)
Don't gotta do it bro
Do it for me
(Do it for me)
Might get

settle my record is independent
How will I manage to ever sever the excess fat
I'm kidding nigga this is just rap
Thought you the man of the house until

a hard place
That's how I felt at first till I learned to expand with it
Ottmar, Eli and T.Y gave me a chance with it
Mario broke it down
Glad that he had

wordplay none of that is not fo Sure
But if a few words can make an impact it's all on my fault!
My raps are reality, God gave me family and I'm livin'

rap I don't rap I just float I just float
Lotta shit that I do to provoke
You can't fuck with the kid I do the most
To everybody tryna to do this music

compared to you I'm the opposite no hip-hop
Concept. I ain't hip-hop, judged by your standard 

Oh, my shit ain't gangsta, oh, i have an accent no gold chain

No cap no rap
I ain't never going back
Giving you my trust
I should've knew it was a trap
How you speak on my name
When the truth is what you lack

fizyk produkt solidny
Rap reality przekaz w kurwę dobitny

Ambitny aczkolwiek pisany na kolanie
Studio na spontanie wpierdala się w banie
Wybieramy bit

would go viral on the Internet
Somebody slap me cause I need a reality check
I won’t accomplish anything if it’s just all in my head
I need to write it

never done nothing
Never had a plan and never got shit bubbling uh
Watch me walk my walk all these niggas do is talk
Gods child restart and I'm there by

very lethal
Definition of a classic

You should read this as a poem
Pretty clear the kid is gifted
Only reason I'm the Don
Raps and flows

That's gon'

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

"Don't push the Mario man!"

(In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him)
That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh)
Listen dawg, Banks

m.A.A.d city

MC Eiht

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in

by your sweater doused with wack feather
The crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather
I rap better than you, you, or maybe him
But

Dreams

The Game

Dreams

2005

to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson

Rep 2 tha Fullest

Freddie Gibbs

Str8 Killa

2010

get squashed
That's how it be happening
When you relaxing
Knowing you're responsible for your actions
I spit that real reality rap
I do it for

go to the moon
Let's go to the moon

Feel like Chance The Rapper
Cause I rap on acid
Need a couple doses of that golden dragonfly
I'ma pop a tablet
Hop

I drop this diss
For now I'm in a duplex
Working on my pitch

Imma rap like it's Scrubby 
And You all think it's funny
Imma make all the money
Say

improbable
An anomaly, an oddity
Follow me into the outer depths
Of reality
Caught momentum
Now I'm flowing with it casually
You'll never catch me selling out

what we learned
Shots of Hennessey on the curb we gettin turnt
Spittin that reality rap all in my verse
Spittin that reality rap all in my verse
Oh my

fucking poseurs
Lying to your fans for fucking fame
You did worse, lied to yourself, fucking lame
Talking about family, being good for others
Reality check

(taining)
Swagger this, big car that (that)
You spending money like it's nothing niga stop with all that (PLEASE)
This ain't what you call rap.(NOPE) Just

manners
Electric when I rap, feel the zap, I got Thors hammer
I can make my dreams reality, just like Green Lantern
Shoot for the stars like a motherfucking