Confessions of An Underground Rapper
Yeah
Spree
It's the confessions of an underground rapper
Here we go
Damn aye yeah
I know I'mma gerrit for real
I know I'mma sign me a deal
I know I'mma pay all my bills
And I'm never using no pills
Got shooters they shooting to kill
I'm busy chasing the mill
Nigga you know how it feel
In pain I know I'mma heal
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
For real
Life is a gift but you call it a bitch
I flex on a budget I ain't even rich
I'm praying to God to grant me a wish
When I take a shot I just want a swish
All my niggas are chasing the paper
All of my bars hot like it's pepper
Get it together you better shape up
Stop aiming low you better step up
I wanna ball like I am from Lakers
All these haters they trying to break us
All of the struggles can never shake us
You can't relate then you're a fake ass
Aye
You know we bout to go gerrit
Trap so wavy we litty
She gon let me pet the Kitty
They keep asking how I did it
I know I'mma gerrit for real
I know I'mma sign me a deal
I know I'mma pay all my bills
And I'm never using no pills
Got shooters they shooting to kill
I'm busy chasing the mill
Nigga you know how it feel
In pain I know I'mma heal
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
Damn
Spree
It's the confessions of an underground rapper
Here we go
Damn aye yeah
I know I'mma gerrit for real
I know I'mma sign me a deal
I know I'mma pay all my bills
And I'm never using no pills
Got shooters they shooting to kill
I'm busy chasing the mill
Nigga you know how it feel
In pain I know I'mma heal
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
For real
Life is a gift but you call it a bitch
I flex on a budget I ain't even rich
I'm praying to God to grant me a wish
When I take a shot I just want a swish
All my niggas are chasing the paper
All of my bars hot like it's pepper
Get it together you better shape up
Stop aiming low you better step up
I wanna ball like I am from Lakers
All these haters they trying to break us
All of the struggles can never shake us
You can't relate then you're a fake ass
Aye
You know we bout to go gerrit
Trap so wavy we litty
She gon let me pet the Kitty
They keep asking how I did it
I know I'mma gerrit for real
I know I'mma sign me a deal
I know I'mma pay all my bills
And I'm never using no pills
Got shooters they shooting to kill
I'm busy chasing the mill
Nigga you know how it feel
In pain I know I'mma heal
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
No lean I'm sipping on Fanta
All my niggas call me Santa
In the jungle, I'm the hunter
I wanna pull up in a phantom
I think I'mma need an accountant
I'm chasing money I ain't counting
I hit your girl on the counter
And she gon tell you the encounter
Damn
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Writer(s): Spree
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