I Ain't a Rapper

Could hip-hop get any sloppier
Everybody's a cocky killer, that be reppin' the Mafia
Wiggas pull triggers, correctional officer
Talk about how they gonna watch ya embody ya
Where is the logic, gotta be honest, man
The hottest artist out now are probably holograms
All these rappers, always yappin' the N bomb
When crackers make up, half the fans they depend on

Shit is wrong, one could doubt your silly song
If the whites in the crowd, they'd loud to sing along
They rich and proud, check what they keep buyin'
Yeah, Drake keep crying and Kanye keep whining like
Uh, maybe I'm stuck in the '90s
Pink pants and face tats doesn't fucking define me
Call me cracker with no swag, you can't even flow fag
Just a rapper, I casually toe-tag

Your fans'll be so sad, I kind of miss Joe bad
I couldn't even beat the phony crap from his note pad
I got high caliber vocab, I'm the truth thing
Cannot be moved, but you're the crack that your crew sling
You're braggin' your jews bling, act like a new king
Tacky auto-tune, makes you tab at this fool sing
Fuck you, and the whip you bangin' this tune in
Fuck the word swag and the slang that you usin', listen

I jus-
I ain't rapper
I jus-
I ain't rapper
I jus-

New school aimin' the right mind
The entire text message generation, ain't able to write rhymes
Just a bunch of punch lines with no connection between em
Fictional bullshit, and kids actually believe 'em
Rappers try to viral with them find the tools
Guys will do anything for likes and views
When they use a camera and a dynamite stick
Stick it up your ass, light the fuse, so they gon' what you blow up fast
You lifeless fools

Catch three, eight buzzs, captivate a fan base
Lovers make covers, Mack'll make us pancakes
Is Macklemore a better rapper than Kendrick?
How'd he manage to get that award, man, I don't get it
You too? Was it rental, losers get hurt
So you wiggers get excused, but you use the N word
You can prove that yous a killer, shoot with ten slugs
Wishin' death with every sentence, you foolish nerds

And emo geeks, I've never seen those stress
But post mediocre schemes over primo beats
I know that, I could beat y'all mic off
But today rappers don't rap, they just keyboard cyphers, so

All these crews with their macs out
40 goons up in the background
All these dumb tracks that lack substance
And all the auto-tune up in their raps now
Rush your bars, they don't matter
Just for like that crazy swagger
Do your thing, focus on your stupid bling
But if that's just rap

I ain't rapper
I jus-
I ain't rapper
I just rap a lot
I ain't rapper
I jus-
I ain't rapper
I just rap a lot

Though you should know that I really don't care
Don't care, d-d-don't
Though you should know that I really don't care
Don't care, d-d
Though you should know that I really don't care
Though you should know th-that I really-really don't care
Though you should know that I really don't care
Don't care, care-

Th-th-th-that I really don't care
Th-th-th-that I really don't-
Th-th-th-that I really don't-
Th-th-th-that I really don't-
Though you should know th-that I really-really don't care
Th-th-th-that I really don't-
Though you should know that I really don't care
Ever the one to get shot, baby, you know I'ma bury you