m.A.A.d rapper by robalu gibsun
[Verse]
Brace yourself I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on riding in a whip or smokings jays
This is rhyming fast and trynna act like I know I can sang
with the horns in back and ratatattatat and knocking bass
It was me, ern, mars, and Carlton, OG, ducey ride down Mountain
Road got ugly, car start bouncing like impala or a check
Stories of a brown kid
Who avoided useless counseling back at Hermitage
You learn the best when don’t sign a deal
Seen a light-skinned rapper with his chain blinged out
Then I saw his shackles like a slave in the South
Now this is not a tape recording saying, he a ngh
But ever since that day, I been scared to eat fried chicken
That was back when I was 5, plus 10 plus, 5
20 years plus three til could write
been impacting fine, if 20 ears receive my every rhyme,
I can open doors. Fk a thug.
What you writing for, if you ain’t got the guts to open up?
Spitting as if hope is lost,
I’m ripping all you bustas, shove a pen through your button up
Open heart til hope restart, 1-2 3-4 ready clear
That’s how your heart feels when you empty it of fear
Aw man, God damn, Massa heard my truth
You lynched us back in 1894, Fuck your noose!
Now bob your head in that booth Or nod your head in that coupe
Ain’t no Lil Weezy, just R-O-BGeezy or Robaluuuuu
Robberies on top of robberies, Dime piece on top of dime piece,
Obviously that’s 20 cent 2 hotties hotter than hot wings
‘fore you drive ‘em to Hardees, make sure your orders correct
Make sure your cordial, or you’ll be sipping a water with spit
They say our water is tapped, with fluoride and arsenic
I’m not a cynic, just a sinning rather be ignant and bliss
You smoking litmus, if you suggesting that Kendrick ain’t stress
Go scream HiiiPower and light some sour for Garvey and X
m.A.A.d rapper