Rap Attitude (feat. OPT)
Ten toes down
No one can tell me
Hollywood say I'm the hottest in town
Liza Minnelli
Niggas laughing' at me cause I can't buy 'em all of this Fendy
I just put my fee up and count up all of these twenties
And count up all of these bullets
And count up all of these bodies
And count up all the people that said they wanted to rob me
It's funny, all these niggas can really do is just copy
To get me off of the streets
Everybody claiming' they shot me
Well too bad
Nigga I'm still alive
And until the day I die
Motherfucker I'm gonna thrive
Foot is on the gas, that's the only way I got the drive
Giving you my back
Y'all can go ahead and get your knives
These bars you are tryna bust
Yo shit is not good enough
I couldn't give a fuck, Y'all assorted like deez nuts
Y'all stab my back together, Y'all tryna connect the cuts
Y'all niggas is sitting ducks
I'm Nintendo like Duck Hunt
These rappers ain't really worth 2 cents and a dime
I wonder if the rap game is worth my time
And the state of rap really makes me sick to the core
But most of it's yours
And none of it's mine
I get it
I'm 17, what the fuck do I know
Prematurely kissing bars and making love to the flow
I watched y'all from the sidelines and I can't take it no more
Y'all been here for long enough
Now let me show you the door
I'm back with the rap attitude
I'm back huntin' verses, a lion, an animal
Y'all could never try to hold me back and that's a fact
I'm dreaming and I'm drooling all about a fuckin' stack
Fantasize about the cash
Chase money, buy cars, buy houses
Chase wrong women, you'll be falling for a bitch
Gotta pull out, I just can't make a kid
So so young but I'm so prominent
So so deaf but I'm hearing compliments
These bitches came quick like police to a bank robbery
If I do commit then my niggas cover me
Never had a problem relating to loyalty
Man I had to beg for the mic
Then I switched pictures just to go and get it right
Potential held back, like delay to a flight
Now I'm sparking Jays getting lost in the night
These rappers ain't really worth 2 cents and a dime
I wonder if the rap game is worth my time
And the state of rap really makes me sick to the core
But most of it's yours
And none of it's mine
I get it
I'm 17, what the fuck do I know
Prematurely kissing bars and making love to the flow
I watched y'all from the sidelines and I can't take it no more
Y'all been here for long enough
Now let me show you the door
No one can tell me
Hollywood say I'm the hottest in town
Liza Minnelli
Niggas laughing' at me cause I can't buy 'em all of this Fendy
I just put my fee up and count up all of these twenties
And count up all of these bullets
And count up all of these bodies
And count up all the people that said they wanted to rob me
It's funny, all these niggas can really do is just copy
To get me off of the streets
Everybody claiming' they shot me
Well too bad
Nigga I'm still alive
And until the day I die
Motherfucker I'm gonna thrive
Foot is on the gas, that's the only way I got the drive
Giving you my back
Y'all can go ahead and get your knives
These bars you are tryna bust
Yo shit is not good enough
I couldn't give a fuck, Y'all assorted like deez nuts
Y'all stab my back together, Y'all tryna connect the cuts
Y'all niggas is sitting ducks
I'm Nintendo like Duck Hunt
These rappers ain't really worth 2 cents and a dime
I wonder if the rap game is worth my time
And the state of rap really makes me sick to the core
But most of it's yours
And none of it's mine
I get it
I'm 17, what the fuck do I know
Prematurely kissing bars and making love to the flow
I watched y'all from the sidelines and I can't take it no more
Y'all been here for long enough
Now let me show you the door
I'm back with the rap attitude
I'm back huntin' verses, a lion, an animal
Y'all could never try to hold me back and that's a fact
I'm dreaming and I'm drooling all about a fuckin' stack
Fantasize about the cash
Chase money, buy cars, buy houses
Chase wrong women, you'll be falling for a bitch
Gotta pull out, I just can't make a kid
So so young but I'm so prominent
So so deaf but I'm hearing compliments
These bitches came quick like police to a bank robbery
If I do commit then my niggas cover me
Never had a problem relating to loyalty
Man I had to beg for the mic
Then I switched pictures just to go and get it right
Potential held back, like delay to a flight
Now I'm sparking Jays getting lost in the night
These rappers ain't really worth 2 cents and a dime
I wonder if the rap game is worth my time
And the state of rap really makes me sick to the core
But most of it's yours
And none of it's mine
I get it
I'm 17, what the fuck do I know
Prematurely kissing bars and making love to the flow
I watched y'all from the sidelines and I can't take it no more
Y'all been here for long enough
Now let me show you the door
Credits
Writer(s): Nappy Katt
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