Not A Rapper

[Intro]
No, don't kill me, please
I won't kill you (Gang, gang)
Christ, thank you, get off my foot (Niggas be fake)
Verno, shoot that piece of shit (And these rappers be cap, man)
(Really ain't got no fuckin' money, man) Every dog has his day
Fuck y'all signin' deals for and they ain't hittin' y'all with the advance, man?
Three-sixty-in' y'all ass
Look

[Chorus]
Whenever I speak it's facts
You rappers be cappin', that's just what it is
The shit that I rap is the shit that I live
You take somethin' from me, bitch, I'm takin' your head
And this AR go off, bitch, it's takin' your legs
He really a pussy, he think he got heart
Them shooters walk up and blowin' out his chest
This big boy FN probably enter his vest
We don't wanna talk, we put niggas to rest
You rappers be cappin', that's just what it is
The shit that I rap is the shit that I live
You take somethin' from me, bitch, I'm takin' your head
And this AR go off, bitch, it's takin' your legs
He really a pussy, he think he got heart
Them shooters walk up and blowin' out his chest
This big boy FN probably enter his vest
We don't wanna talk, we put niggas to rest

[Verse]
Glock 22 with a stick and that bitch got a switch
You get hit, you ain't livin' from that
And Lil Los gon' shoot 'til it click 'cause that bitch got no kick
We got clips to replenish the Gat
Remember them days I was broke with no hope
Had to get off my ass and get me some racks
Whenever I ride through the city, the Glock on my lap
And a couple of Ps in the back
But my money be warranted
Don't get it twisted, lil' nigga, I still drop a check on your head
I got some shooters, they ready to do it
They step on your team for that motherfuckin' bread
We slide to your block in a new SRT
We finna come back in a Trackhawk instead
We jump out that bitch and we aimin' at heads
No time for the beef and I want niggas dead
You indirect dissin', I heard what you said
I'm the type nigga put racks in your pocket
As soon as you tweak, I put racks on your head
I'm the type nigga to clap me a rapper
If he think he tough, we gon' leave his ass dead
Body for body, head for head
But my money secured, I won't see the dead

[Chorus]
Whenever I speak it's facts
You rappers be cappin', that's just what it is
The shit that I rap is the shit that I live
You take somethin' from me, bitch, I'm takin' your head
And this AR go off, bitch, it's takin' your legs
He really a pussy, he think he got heart
Them shooters walk up and blowin' out his chest
This big boy FN probably enter his vest
We don't wanna talk, we put niggas to rest
You rappers be cappin', that's just what it is
The shit that I rap is the shit that I live
You take somethin' from me, bitch, I'm takin' your head
And this AR go off, bitch, it's takin' your legs
He really a pussy, he think he got heart
Them shooters walk up and blowin' out his chest
This big boy FN probably enter his vest
We don't wanna talk, we put niggas to rest