Can You Rap Like Us

Uh

Sick of all these phoney niggas
Cause they fucking up my image
I'm balling out in games and in life, boy ain't no scrimmage
They be asking how I'm feeling, that's cool cause I don't feel different
But I know how it feel to be a king

I been stuck inside my mental, contemplating the places I'm creating
The niggas that I'm been facing, the morals that I've been chasing
Man that's messed up

Ain't worried 'bout no shordy, get my checks up
Ain't worried 'bout no shordy, get your bread up

Cause nigga I can't wait, I'm on a mission
I'm blocking like tunnel vision
My mind stay in a prison
So free up my intuition
I thank god for all the blessings, I'm sorry for all the sinning
But I gotta show 'em how I be pimpin'

Ain't talking Pippen when I shoot up
Shordies on my phone, they tryna mood up
As long as they got shordies for my shootas
She making me a slave, said I'm boo'd up
Extended like a ruler
But I ain't talking clips, and she a tutor

But there always comes a time and a day where we can do this again
But shordy let me take a battery break
I got up with my nigga Moosey, he telling me he baby laflame
Y'all better get y'all new priorities straight

I pop a nigga like a pimple
Bullets on his cheeks, I call 'em dimples
We hopping out of the scene with no wrinkle
Yeah, Igive my niggas new pack from the last opp
Yeah we finna blast off
We eat that nigga up like a sprinkle

Let me hop on this beat like I'm Weezy
Coming with the bars and the baddest of broads
Shawty gave visage in mahogany drawers
Me and Zyad hopping off, they gon' give us applause

Look, a nigga feeling astronomical like I'm on Mars
No Elon Musk, these rapper they gon' eat my dust
And I don't fuss, grind like Russ

Uh, Uh

Focused on my visual
My dreams getting literal
All that hate habitual
This shit getting ridicule

Mediterainian, I see through these niggas
Tryna mess my image, ain't no frames for these niggas

Wait, Baldhead Slick, way I spit on these beats and preach
Feeling like I'm Ed, you the sons I'ma teach
I'm talking Marshall

Your guap compared to mine is just partial
Only 17 and I'm spitting like apostles, uh

I don't think they know 'bout Elias
From the MLT, like "je m'appelle le plus réel"
As you can tell, I'm wiping out beats like Cottonelle
Came a long way since greats picked it in the field

Gime 'em something they can feel

I'm tryna make a mil', I'm tryna make it to the Ville
For real

Lil shawty got that melanin
And them melons grand
Feelin' heaven sent
In my element, uh

I pop off

Ain't no games, ain't no hopscotch
Ain't no cop talk, I just fact talk
My flow top notch, art like Bob Ross
I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross
Hit em' with the bomb like it's Kris Kross

Ain't no time for discussion
I take this beat and I'm rushing
This verse gon' give 'em concussion
C. Rock gon give 'em the tussin

My flow McDonal's cause they say they lovin' it (Ha, yeah)

Let me switch it up real quick

Zyad, CP3 he done passed me the beat
All star shit, I'm like D Wade with the heat
Still count my residuals, keep my money digital
Days I was down to my feet

Ain't got nothing to eat
I was grinding like kids selling bottles to Meek
I done turned into Moosey
I done turned into the young emcee
My music good like it's from Carnegie

I'm gone