real rappers

Yeah, Ima rap about my real life Yeah, I'd rather rap about my real life
Yeah, I'd rather rap about my real life
They don't rap about they real life
So they don't rap real, not real rappers
Okay, I'm back up on my player shit
Funny thing is that these days I don't play a bit
Niggas see cameras and change they tone like they Karl Townes
Full court press, I'ma check you when you out of bounds
Everywhere I go, I just hope that people know me well
Baby body stacked like the clippers, how could this brodie fail
Hope you wear the jeans that hug your curves and show em well
Everybody bring they girls, let's have a show and tell
Yeah, it's plenty fish in the sea, but I know her well
When I drop, I'm scary as shit, I'm like snow in hell
Everybody wonder what trick that I got up my sleeve
Rap, made the beat, and mix, I'm the three man weave
Niggas still in the streets is something you may not need
Can't walk that walk forever like you knock kneed
God gave you that body, don't question what the maker make
I was only made to hold it down like a paperweight
Wait, okay, it's going up
Anybody hate me in the party, then I'm showing up
I'm trying to move faster than niggas and I ain't slowing up
You can't even master limits cause you don't know enough
Yeah, I came from four dollar meals at the Steak and Shake
Working on the wrinkles from that but need my paper straight
You can know the rules and lose to niggas who be cheating life
Getting left behind when you knew how to read right
Wait, rap about my real life
Aye, Ima just rap about my real life
I'd rather rap about my real life
And they don't rap about they real life
So they don't rap real, not real rappers