Rappers Now

[Hook]
I ain't carried by my feats, unlike rappers now
If he saw what me and Mikey did as kids, he backing down
Shoot the text, I'm back in town
Fuck your ho to leave
Bro ain't want no help to get out trapping, he want golden teeth
Every problem lil brodie had, he'd always go to me
Wrote the verse, I produce the beat then just to cope with weed
Insta-kill lil bitches who ain't know just what they s'posed to be
Touched down in LA, feel like 2 days that's straight to Florida keys, damn (Whoa, whoa)

[Verse]
God damn, kid (Kid)
I don't really give a fuck about a damn thing
I keep tabs just in case I need to spin again
Don't you make me fucking have to grip that blick again (God damn)
Whoa, whoa, God damn kid (God damn)
I don't really give a fuck about a damn thing
I keep tabs just in case I need to spin again
Don't you make me fucking have to grip that blick again
I'm back at it
Sadly my dad a crack addict
You're so bad, you ain't even good at the cap rappin'
That's fact, passion will be you only friend to stay
You ain't even consistent, I seen that pen's delay
Pussy gon' pull up, and I let Nino Nicky let it spray
We ain't ever seeing eye to eye, this like a Tinder date
Win the race
I took sins to face and now my pivot's great
Now I got 5 shawtys who want dick today
There's too many shawtys that want dick today (They want dick today)
Hop up on a mic, I got shit to say
They ain't even really check my pivots, eh?
Zay done tell 'em, how many digits did we really make?
Two times I saw my brother with two keys
Selling them, fiends smoking Lucy's
And you know you wanna do me
I'm with shawty, smoking doobies
Use the album, take a fucking proofread
You know I better, so dude please
You know I'm better, so dude please just listen

[Interlude]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa
Shit, ask me how I'm doing, I guess I'm doing pretty good
Danté, Danté

[Bridge]
I'm the best signed, that ain't no lying
You a lowlife, you a lowlife
I'm the best signed
I'm the best signed
(Pussy, in the best)

[Hook]
I ain't carried by my feats, unlike rappers now
If he saw what me and Mikey did as kids, he backing down
Shoot the text, I'm back in town
Fuck your ho to leave
Bro ain't want no help to get out trapping, he want golden teeth
Every problem lil brodie had, he'd always go to me
Wrote the verse, I produce the beat then just to cope with weed
Insta-kill lil bitches who ain't know just what they s'posed to be
Touched down in LA, feel like 2 days that's straight to Florida keys (That's the word)