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skrub - rapper tag season 2 #9 - skrub lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah. skrub gang. shoutouts to manaz for the tag. check it. yeah, yeah

[verse]
came in the game and i didn’t pretend
put my life behind these bars like i literally been in a pen
i ain’t dissing no other artist, yo, i give ’em respect
i’m just saying, you listen to kid laroi, i listen to trem
you know how i roll: cold, make ’em shiver to death
got so many open doors, they think i live in a tent
i got sick and tired of living in debt
went and got the racks up to still rock sh*t from vinnie’s instead
y’all claim too much sh*t that you didn’t invent
product of my environment, so everything is the best
trust me, they don’t want to find a crown to fit on this head
it’s like a limp bizkit intro, b*tch, this isn’t a test
i’ve got things i regret, but not sn*tching a rapper’s mic back
but all i hear is cap cap cap like i’m in chi*raq
but when i get the shivers when these guys rap
it’s just because i’m cringing when these guys rap
never had enough, never followed sheep, no cattle, but
never stuck to that plain (plane) sh*t like afghani*uh…
[?] now i’m in my bag like punters
inside the cubicles [?] valley clubs
i don’t smoke crack, motherf*cker, i rap it
ever since the day i went and started this madness
i been planning the first birthday when i father you rappers
all respect, it’s just a sport and i’m after you rappers
do you f*cking get it? put it up on reddit
“do you believe this guy?” “ayo, skrub’s a legend”
see, i don’t really care what the internet blogs say
i’m smoking lemonade, yeah, this sh*t is beyoncé
my art of storytelling’s good i’m thinking i’m andré
my other sh*t got chicks all stripping in lingerie
your entrées, this main course, sipping on bombay
my sh*t’s so cold you could whip it on hot plates
b*tch, i just got game, don’t even need a twitch account
i’m just staying hungry while these motherf*ckers pigging out
got me thinking how, i just tell them that i sit around
so stoned in the couch like don’t forget to bring a towel
from a place [?] praised with a bunch of crooks
where nearly any of ’em barely ever read a f*cking book
i ain’t even gotta rap no more, i spit a couple hooks
then stand there in silence on camera and let ’em love the look
[outro]
yeah. rapper tag. shoutouts to dan bones on the beat. got my mixtape coming soon. rivercity on the cam. yeah. up next: dunn d

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