Real Niggas Don’t Rap

[Intro]
Damn, Markie done turnt that shit up
How I'm 'posed to tell my niggas stop gettin' money?

[Verse 1]
What I'm supposed to tell my young niggas? (Yeah)
Wild and don't give a fuck, a 100k it ain't enough (Nigga)
Pandemic has been boring, I been runnin' money up (Yeah)
How can these niggas hate me? I been showing only love
I caught a baddie in the airport goin' to get a tummy tuck
Damn you look good, she said "Nah I look great" (No cap)
Skin like honey with a Coke bottle shape (Yeah)
Squeeze it 'til it's empty on yo' lil' pretty face (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I took her to the club, she consider it a date
Money flying, these bitchеs wanna go wit' me (Come on)
Fall in line, I'm pullin' up four-hundrеd deep
She want time, you know I rather hug the street (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I know some street niggas don't rap (They don't rap at all nigga)
Yeah, I know some millionaires don't rap (Mm-mm, never touch the money)
I know some real killers don't rap (For real)
Ayy, I'm a real nigga, no rap (Hmm, ayy)

[Verse 2]
They asking questions, like "How I really feel about it?" (Mhm)
Shit I'm cool, if I can get a million out it (Double up)
I slept on air mattress, on a mat (For real)
No money, no hope but blowing up off rap
Nigga brought his ho around, she cut her eye, I double back (Yeah)
Niggas jogging in place, and right now I'm running lap (I'm running lap)
The top feel better than the bottom, I admit (No lie)
Ooh you wet, fuck these niggas, show yo' wrist (What up)
Rap niggas got rap beef, make a diss (Why)
Fuck that, I counted up a hundred making this
You scared to let your nuts hang, you won't ever take a risk (Crazy)
We talking 'bout some money, I guess you can live without it (Shut the fuck up)
The route a little longer when you out here living honest (Living honest nigga)
I was getting hungry, tryna ride to Benihana
Four in the morning, out here playing spin the bottle (What)
Spin off in the truck before I turn, I'm getting swallowed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Babygirl called, said she having nigga problems (What's wrong?)
You ain't gotta pout, you can get this shit, I got it (I got you)
20k in Saks, I'm just dressing up my closet (For real)
Nine in the morning and I'm catching a deposit (Still sleep)

[Chorus]
I know some street niggas don't rap (They don't rap at all nigga, yeah)
I know some millionaires don't rap (Mm-mm), yeah (Don't touch the money)
I know some real killers don't rap (For real)
Ayy, I'm a real nigga, no rap (Ayy)

[Verse 3]
You acting funny, you a rapper huh?
She'll blow or suck better than a vacuum, huh (Yeah)
Shit tight so you hope that she don't ask for nothing (Yeah)
But when she do, you gon' tell her that you stackin, huh? (Ayy)
Yeah, move through the crowd with charisma
Make ya ho move without speaking like Matilda
I done did numbers on the 7, Kay Felder (Facts)
Pull up, serve a nigga in his hood, I ain't trippin' (Where you at?)
Face in his laptop, he said he got a ticket now (Yeah)
POA got you living like you moving chickens, huh? (Oh, yeah)
Bro said his Rollie' then Patek, get a Richard now (Oh, yeah)
Boy say the right fuckin' number and that shit en route (No cap)

[Outro]
No cap, no cap, no cap
(Shit en route, shit en route)