Feel Better When I Rap
I ain't never felt this bad before
I don't know if I wanna rap no more
Yo I kinda feel like cow manure
I don't know what life is that's for sure
But I'm feeling like crap times four
Why the hell I gotta pay taxes for?
Yo that's my money give it back you back you whore
I don't give a damn if you're black or orange
But go against me you better grab the horns
Hah you an emcee? What you cappin' for?
Yo I just signed a lease be happy for me
Someday perhaps I'll have a Porsche
Take that shit to California
Might just work my way down to Georgia
Yo I'm late but I'm at the doorstep
Am I gonna make it? Hah of course yeah
Am i gonna make it? Hah of course yeah
Of course yeah
Of course yeah
Of course yeah
I don't need more stress stop playin'
God damn that chest is poppin'
Left with a torn dress back to her man now
Got him sayin' you're dead while I got my pants down
Comin' from ahead shit I ain't have this planned out
Kissed her on the forehead then I just ran out
Time to get more bread that's all I care about
Comin' for your head yo we gotta man down
Bitch I'm not your friend
You a man child
You a man child
You a child
You a man? Nah Ayo I can't stop
Yeah kid I stay hot when I'm in the booth
Yeah let bass drop then give 'em all the truth (huh)
I bet you cannot fill these shoes (uhh)
And what do they got that I don't (ooh)
I'm not in the mood for these fake clowns
Just got in my room boutta breakdown
Kicked off my shoes I'ma lay down
Just rapped in the booth for about eight hours
These dudes sound the same man it's all played out
Bitch you been a lame since the day ya came out
Flexin' all that money but I know you can't count
Fuckin' dummy lookin' funny yeah put ya hands down
Lil buddy grow up yeah have a lil shame now
You tough in this world just cuz you got a chain now?
Fuck all them girls so much that we ain't found
Fly as a bird I just flew in from cape town
Wemby on the Spurs this shit is my playground
Life's been a blur but I feel okay now
Spittin' these words makes me feel great somehow
I can't explain how it just does
And I don't like to stand out so I'm fucked
I'm not lookin' for no handout just to make a buck
But yo I gotta branch out I ain't havin luck
Gotta couple fans now hey y'all wassup
Just wanna say yeah thanks for the love
Raise ya damn hands to the sky up above
Gotta few grams I'm high we goin up
I don't know if I wanna rap no more
Yo I kinda feel like cow manure
I don't know what life is that's for sure
But I'm feeling like crap times four
Why the hell I gotta pay taxes for?
Yo that's my money give it back you back you whore
I don't give a damn if you're black or orange
But go against me you better grab the horns
Hah you an emcee? What you cappin' for?
Yo I just signed a lease be happy for me
Someday perhaps I'll have a Porsche
Take that shit to California
Might just work my way down to Georgia
Yo I'm late but I'm at the doorstep
Am I gonna make it? Hah of course yeah
Am i gonna make it? Hah of course yeah
Of course yeah
Of course yeah
Of course yeah
I don't need more stress stop playin'
God damn that chest is poppin'
Left with a torn dress back to her man now
Got him sayin' you're dead while I got my pants down
Comin' from ahead shit I ain't have this planned out
Kissed her on the forehead then I just ran out
Time to get more bread that's all I care about
Comin' for your head yo we gotta man down
Bitch I'm not your friend
You a man child
You a man child
You a child
You a man? Nah Ayo I can't stop
Yeah kid I stay hot when I'm in the booth
Yeah let bass drop then give 'em all the truth (huh)
I bet you cannot fill these shoes (uhh)
And what do they got that I don't (ooh)
I'm not in the mood for these fake clowns
Just got in my room boutta breakdown
Kicked off my shoes I'ma lay down
Just rapped in the booth for about eight hours
These dudes sound the same man it's all played out
Bitch you been a lame since the day ya came out
Flexin' all that money but I know you can't count
Fuckin' dummy lookin' funny yeah put ya hands down
Lil buddy grow up yeah have a lil shame now
You tough in this world just cuz you got a chain now?
Fuck all them girls so much that we ain't found
Fly as a bird I just flew in from cape town
Wemby on the Spurs this shit is my playground
Life's been a blur but I feel okay now
Spittin' these words makes me feel great somehow
I can't explain how it just does
And I don't like to stand out so I'm fucked
I'm not lookin' for no handout just to make a buck
But yo I gotta branch out I ain't havin luck
Gotta couple fans now hey y'all wassup
Just wanna say yeah thanks for the love
Raise ya damn hands to the sky up above
Gotta few grams I'm high we goin up
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