I'm Not What Rap Built
Top five dead or alive
I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
Yeah Kenny out here getting it
He ain't gotta do no flossing
Silence when a boss is talking if you aint out here doing no bossing
Feds are stalking snitches are talking plotting and planning to block my balling
D.A. don't like me they trying to indict me they keep me in my lawyer's office
I ain't stalling I ain't pausing I ain't begging I ain't crawling
I'ma stand tall and keep it solid as a brick wall
I go in like a navy seal as soon as duty call
Creep up on you late night take you down like a booty call
Welcome to California we renamed it Calimournia
We have liquor stores and funeral homes on every other corner
These youngins out here lurking
Yeah they murking to get their killings up
Tearing down the projects so they can build some more prisons up
Stomach touching white around the mouth about to die of thirst
Soon as niggaz get some money
Go and buy a bottle first
Vultures trying to locate where you live so they can Flock you out
Creep inside your house and find that stash yeah and wipe you out
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
Now when I say I'm moving weight ain't speaking bout no barbells
I'm directly plugged with the Sinaloa Cartel
If don't touch a hundred racks a month that's a major fail
My partner touching half of that a month from his fed cell
They gave that man a 30 piece but he vowed he'd never tell
Chose to keep his dignity unloyalty a bigger cell
Said he rather die in one before he take the stand and tell
Put some money on his books
Shoot some pictures in the mail
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
I owed my pulg a quarter mill and paid that debt in just one flip
Built a crib in Mexico securing my relationship
A lot of birthdays in my family I got a lot of cake to get
Get my cake and eat it too I love to watch my paper flip
I don't bargain for no pussy I just gone and pay the bitch
Then I beat it in and let her know this not no regular dick
I'm the champion the bedroom champion
And She gone to learn today I'm bout to beat that pussy numb
(Let's go!)
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money
I'm a grinder I'm so designer from Cali to Carolina
They hate cause my bitches finer
I sponsor some good vagina
I tricked on a lot of Prada buy Gucci for juicy cucci
Robins for big ole booty and bypass The Meal and Movies
You lames are so game goofy
Wifing these rap groupies
You foofer That bitch is loopy
Swallowed up all my foolies
I put that on Lil Loney put that Nicky Bam
Put that on King Lou the whole hood done swing through
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
Yeah Kenny out here getting it
He ain't gotta do no flossing
Silence when a boss is talking if you aint out here doing no bossing
Feds are stalking snitches are talking plotting and planning to block my balling
D.A. don't like me they trying to indict me they keep me in my lawyer's office
I ain't stalling I ain't pausing I ain't begging I ain't crawling
I'ma stand tall and keep it solid as a brick wall
I go in like a navy seal as soon as duty call
Creep up on you late night take you down like a booty call
Welcome to California we renamed it Calimournia
We have liquor stores and funeral homes on every other corner
These youngins out here lurking
Yeah they murking to get their killings up
Tearing down the projects so they can build some more prisons up
Stomach touching white around the mouth about to die of thirst
Soon as niggaz get some money
Go and buy a bottle first
Vultures trying to locate where you live so they can Flock you out
Creep inside your house and find that stash yeah and wipe you out
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
Now when I say I'm moving weight ain't speaking bout no barbells
I'm directly plugged with the Sinaloa Cartel
If don't touch a hundred racks a month that's a major fail
My partner touching half of that a month from his fed cell
They gave that man a 30 piece but he vowed he'd never tell
Chose to keep his dignity unloyalty a bigger cell
Said he rather die in one before he take the stand and tell
Put some money on his books
Shoot some pictures in the mail
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
I owed my pulg a quarter mill and paid that debt in just one flip
Built a crib in Mexico securing my relationship
A lot of birthdays in my family I got a lot of cake to get
Get my cake and eat it too I love to watch my paper flip
I don't bargain for no pussy I just gone and pay the bitch
Then I beat it in and let her know this not no regular dick
I'm the champion the bedroom champion
And She gone to learn today I'm bout to beat that pussy numb
(Let's go!)
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money
I'm a grinder I'm so designer from Cali to Carolina
They hate cause my bitches finer
I sponsor some good vagina
I tricked on a lot of Prada buy Gucci for juicy cucci
Robins for big ole booty and bypass The Meal and Movies
You lames are so game goofy
Wifing these rap groupies
You foofer That bitch is loopy
Swallowed up all my foolies
I put that on Lil Loney put that Nicky Bam
Put that on King Lou the whole hood done swing through
I was made in the streets
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
I'm not what rap built
Top five dead or alive I give a flying fuck
Yeah I'm only rappin trying to clean this dirty money up
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Writer(s): Kenneth Green
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