Z-Ro - Not a Rapper lyrics
[Z-Ro - Not a Rapper lyrics]
I'm not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but
That's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane, uh
In they song line
Tellin' us what they ain't got
Extra friendly but just tellin' us
'bout who they shot
They ain't respected in the streets at all
They just hot
They say this, they say that, but uh
They just not
How can you go to sleep a busta
But wake up a real nigga (What)
You ain't real just 'cause you
Got somebody real wit' ya (What)
So I'm a bitch on
Instagram, in person though, you must forgot
Make me turn into the ol' Ro
And call you bustas out
"Where my verse at homie, "
That's what ya said, huh
Scared if we on the same song
You gonna innovate huh
If I said then I meant it
I'm gonna make it happen
Just 'cause your head bobbin' and
I'm rappin' don't mean
I'm a rapper broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but ya
Know that's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane
Oh you ballin' but while you rape
Got them paper plates
Ain't nothin' wrong with claimin'
You delta 88 (For real though)
Say my nigga who give a fuck
What a hater say (For real though)
Me, myself
You know I love makin' them haters hate
(For real though)
But, you's a cold blooded killer
Killin' everything cops pull you over
Before they ask you tell 'em everything
(Ha ha) just a pussy ass nigga
Ain't gon' ever change real nigga, the real
Real niggas ain't gon' ever claim
Mr lee ain't you my homie, I thought you was
(Bitch) now you can hit my own button
I'm about to off you cuz
Slim Thug let you make it, he the bigger man
Steal from me, I will knock out my nigga man
Bitch
I'm not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but ya
Know that's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane
Shit, look like he got a panty
Line up in that motherfucker pants so tight
He think he finer than a motherfucker (Fuck)
Act like he got a vagina in that motherfucker
House full of guys
Ain't no vagina in that motherfucker
(Ha, ha, ha)
Dope video, at least a hundred weed packs
As soon as it's over you
Gotta give the weed back (Sucka)
Luxury rentals outside like we need that
Quit actin' like ya ballin'
Give 'em people they keys back
Won't go onstage 'cause you'll see your
Beef on the front row
Me, I beat up my beef from
The stage to the front doe
I'm an entertainer but don't
Treat me like that i'm still in the hood
I don't be on TV like that
I'm not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but ya
Know that's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane
Broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but
That's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane, uh
In they song line
Tellin' us what they ain't got
Extra friendly but just tellin' us
'bout who they shot
They ain't respected in the streets at all
They just hot
They say this, they say that, but uh
They just not
How can you go to sleep a busta
But wake up a real nigga (What)
You ain't real just 'cause you
Got somebody real wit' ya (What)
So I'm a bitch on
Instagram, in person though, you must forgot
Make me turn into the ol' Ro
And call you bustas out
"Where my verse at homie, "
That's what ya said, huh
Scared if we on the same song
You gonna innovate huh
If I said then I meant it
I'm gonna make it happen
Just 'cause your head bobbin' and
I'm rappin' don't mean
I'm a rapper broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but ya
Know that's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane
Oh you ballin' but while you rape
Got them paper plates
Ain't nothin' wrong with claimin'
You delta 88 (For real though)
Say my nigga who give a fuck
What a hater say (For real though)
Me, myself
You know I love makin' them haters hate
(For real though)
But, you's a cold blooded killer
Killin' everything cops pull you over
Before they ask you tell 'em everything
(Ha ha) just a pussy ass nigga
Ain't gon' ever change real nigga, the real
Real niggas ain't gon' ever claim
Mr lee ain't you my homie, I thought you was
(Bitch) now you can hit my own button
I'm about to off you cuz
Slim Thug let you make it, he the bigger man
Steal from me, I will knock out my nigga man
Bitch
I'm not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but ya
Know that's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane
Shit, look like he got a panty
Line up in that motherfucker pants so tight
He think he finer than a motherfucker (Fuck)
Act like he got a vagina in that motherfucker
House full of guys
Ain't no vagina in that motherfucker
(Ha, ha, ha)
Dope video, at least a hundred weed packs
As soon as it's over you
Gotta give the weed back (Sucka)
Luxury rentals outside like we need that
Quit actin' like ya ballin'
Give 'em people they keys back
Won't go onstage 'cause you'll see your
Beef on the front row
Me, I beat up my beef from
The stage to the front doe
I'm an entertainer but don't
Treat me like that i'm still in the hood
I don't be on TV like that
I'm not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're
Stuntin' for the gram i'm not a rapper
Actin' like that's yours but ya
Know that's for your man i'm not a rapper
You say you're from the hood
They don't even know you're name
I'm not a rapper we know you got a job
Tellin' us you slangin' 'cane