J.R. Writer, Dave East - I Really Rap lyrics
[J.R. Writer, Dave East - I Really Rap lyrics]
Huh? What a day
Fresh out the bookings
My mental thinkin’ about millions
Watchin’ for cameras
Couples hammers we stashed in the building
Different, ain’t got no answers for me
Negative vibes in my circle feeling
Like cancer to me
Kidnap your daughter, we on her
Go get that ransom for me
Connect from Indonesia, about his paper
I’ll date you later, ‘cause him don't need ya
Dope is amazing, it got him shakin’
Look like a seizure
Bitch from Jamaica, they hatin’, fuck it
They in the bleachers
I’m startin' five, eyes open, just look alive
Go through my book of rhymes
You’ll see that I took my time
OG got that raw smell, Ivy League, no Cornell
Double cup with my sprite mix
Transportin’ with a white chick
See the burrow with a perc' in me
Pilot told me I'm a flight risk
Cross the border, got work with me
Early morning plus night shift
Got a hit man, just make the call
He write the list
Side bitch got my wifey pissed
Wanted an icey wrist since ‘96 but
The real is back, how real is that?
Where them writtens you’ve written
At? They chicken scratch
I don’t listen to silly
Cats with simple tracks
Who told you that they was feeling that
That shit is wack (huh?)
I really rap, I really rap (turn me up)
Yeah, I really rap
(Talk my shit) Don't compare me to nobody
My shit is crack
Look in Harlem, I’m goody, your was hoody
You play me just a little B
I’ma stomp you and boogie
I’m far from a rookie, don't disrespect it
And just expect it
Your girl gon’ throw the mouth
Piece until she get rejected
The kid’s selective and you reckless
With them hoes you pick
She need to go get stitched
She doesn’t even know she hit
Expose you pricks and you hoes
You want a lift? The answer's no
I cut it short, I’m from New
York, that slut can walk, amber Rose
It ain’t hard to see I copped out on armory
D wade, Cavaliers, opt out
Don't start with me
JR should be your idol, I ain’t your rival
And y’all ain’t fuckin’ with me, period
Y’all need some Midol mind you
I’m in a room 'bout as high as the Eiffel
And it got so many views
It’s about to go viral
I should advise you, I’m tuckin’ the semi
Settin’ up shop just to fuck with the city
Who tusslin' with me none of them
I’ma be ripping the mic til
I’m hundred and twenty
Yeah, understand I rock
All these bands I clock
Fresh out the big shack and
"Your man's not hot"
Fuck the plans y’all got
I will son y’all any day
Come brawl or you in the way
Young boy this the NBA
I really rap, I really rap
Yeah, I really rap
Don't compare me to nobody, my shit is crack
Fresh out the bookings
My mental thinkin’ about millions
Watchin’ for cameras
Couples hammers we stashed in the building
Different, ain’t got no answers for me
Negative vibes in my circle feeling
Like cancer to me
Kidnap your daughter, we on her
Go get that ransom for me
Connect from Indonesia, about his paper
I’ll date you later, ‘cause him don't need ya
Dope is amazing, it got him shakin’
Look like a seizure
Bitch from Jamaica, they hatin’, fuck it
They in the bleachers
I’m startin' five, eyes open, just look alive
Go through my book of rhymes
You’ll see that I took my time
OG got that raw smell, Ivy League, no Cornell
Double cup with my sprite mix
Transportin’ with a white chick
See the burrow with a perc' in me
Pilot told me I'm a flight risk
Cross the border, got work with me
Early morning plus night shift
Got a hit man, just make the call
He write the list
Side bitch got my wifey pissed
Wanted an icey wrist since ‘96 but
The real is back, how real is that?
Where them writtens you’ve written
At? They chicken scratch
I don’t listen to silly
Cats with simple tracks
Who told you that they was feeling that
That shit is wack (huh?)
I really rap, I really rap (turn me up)
Yeah, I really rap
(Talk my shit) Don't compare me to nobody
My shit is crack
Look in Harlem, I’m goody, your was hoody
You play me just a little B
I’ma stomp you and boogie
I’m far from a rookie, don't disrespect it
And just expect it
Your girl gon’ throw the mouth
Piece until she get rejected
The kid’s selective and you reckless
With them hoes you pick
She need to go get stitched
She doesn’t even know she hit
Expose you pricks and you hoes
You want a lift? The answer's no
I cut it short, I’m from New
York, that slut can walk, amber Rose
It ain’t hard to see I copped out on armory
D wade, Cavaliers, opt out
Don't start with me
JR should be your idol, I ain’t your rival
And y’all ain’t fuckin’ with me, period
Y’all need some Midol mind you
I’m in a room 'bout as high as the Eiffel
And it got so many views
It’s about to go viral
I should advise you, I’m tuckin’ the semi
Settin’ up shop just to fuck with the city
Who tusslin' with me none of them
I’ma be ripping the mic til
I’m hundred and twenty
Yeah, understand I rock
All these bands I clock
Fresh out the big shack and
"Your man's not hot"
Fuck the plans y’all got
I will son y’all any day
Come brawl or you in the way
Young boy this the NBA
I really rap, I really rap
Yeah, I really rap
Don't compare me to nobody, my shit is crack