Tired of these rap niggas acting like they active
They ain't never had no action
This shit right here for the low life
Nigga, the ones on the bottom
You ain't never told the big homie you got it when you spotted
Niggas on sight for life
Disrespect the respect that you get rejected
Yeah
Coward die a thousand death, nigga, that's right
Nigga, you a rapper
You ain't no scrapper
Pop dope off a rap jack
You ain't no scrapper
You ain't put no work in
We know you ain't no clapper
You ain't got no time on that main line
You ain't active
Nigga, you a rapper
Better stick to that rapping
Cause once you get packed out
You'll never get packed in
And little homies black out
Worse than cancer
This camp out this hamper
Put your life inside a pamper
Better stick to that studio
Stay up off that toner
You ain't never put no work in
You ain't got no karma
Life ain't never been full of drama
Homies had me out the window
12 years old, that's on my mama
Street niggas you fear tell you I'm somethin' else
When the banana pop out they cake
You gettin' somethin' else
Yeah, I don't fuck with no rap, nigga
Shit, I might have to slap a nigga
And clap those in back of niggas
Like, fuck those inactive niggas
Save me a spot on that main line
Ain't about family time
It's back-to-back with niggas
Playin' in these streets
Fuck around and get your bitch shot
For makin' you a big shot
Chase you down in that big block
You born full of hoes
Got hoes stickin' out of air windows
We out here fishin' on these river niggas
Sacramento King
Gorilla Garden's a swing if I roll
Make every line in the jungle
Come out even to score
Nigga, you a rapper
You ain't no scrapper
Bout to dope off a rap check
You ain't no scrapper
You ain't put no work in
We know you ain't no clapper
You ain't got no time on that main line
You ain't actin
Nigga, you a rapper
Better stick to that rappin
Once you get packed out
You'll never get packed in
Little homies black out
Worse than cancer
Food is K about this hammer
Put your life inside of hammer
While you was in the studio
Sellin' my life
I was in the trenches
Livin' your lies
This is the G-code
No women, no children
Rapists and pedophiles
Are the real fuckin' villains
Silence is violence
And I don't promote snitchin
But real men stand up
For the women and children
As for givin' someone up
To reduce your sentence?
You gon' fuck around
And need some stitches!
Do your time like a man, bitch
It ain't that hard
Real recognize
Real will pull your card
You'll be in P.C.
When you leave the infirmary
Funny paperwork
Don't fly around here, you see
You ain't a soldier
You's a pawn
And I'll strike you down
You've been suckin' dick to get
Where you at right now
You're a slave with no masters
And a bitch gettin' pimped
If life were Pulp Fiction
Then you'd be the gimp, motherfucker
Nigga, you a rapper
You ain't no scrapper
I dope off a rap check
You ain't no trapper
You ain't puttin' no work in
We know you ain't no clapper
You ain't got no time on that main line
You ain't an actor
Nigga, you a rapper
Better stick to that rappin
Once you get packed out
You'll never get packed in
My lil' homies black out
Worse than cancer
Who does care about this hamper
Put your life inside of hamper