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ain't really rappin - yung kidd c lyrics

[intro]
(wheww)
(psh, psh) (chain noises)
chains clanging, money banging (psh)
hair sw*ngin, breath stanking (psh)
man that’s how you rappers carry y’all selves (psh)

[verse #1]
i can’t tell the real from the fake
they’ll put knives in yo’ back, while they smile in yo’ face
i can’t even feel the blood, guess i gotta different taste
can’t do my dirt on instagram, my sh*t drier than some hay
i might get a couple oranges, while sliding to the bay
dropped my first ep, ain’t looked back, i been grinding sh*t since may
gotta always keep my guard up, tried to hit me where i lay
people know just wherе i stay, i can’t even let ‘еm play
(we some youngs)

[pre*chorus]
i’m just gonna say that sh*t ain’t even happen
saying they support, by themselves they steady laughing
i can’t f*ck with you no more
you crossed me once, ain’t no backing
this some real
i’m just spittin’ ‘bout my thoughts, ain’t really rappin’
[chorus]
this some real
i’m just spittin’ ‘bout my thoughts, ain’t really rappin
(this some real, i’m just)
i don’t know where yo’ hands been
i can’t even get to dapping
every person talking sh*t, bet they lips get to crackin’

[verse #2]
messed up my chance, i get another one
just tell me you a hoe, don’t gotta be a undercover one
you callin’ me a weird? must be speakin’ to yo’ momma bro
rest in peace to kobe, i can’t mess wit’ no choppas no mo’
get a airplane, or a jet, push it to the max (push it, push it)
boom a couple times, his hair gone, it look like he waxed
big body people, ain’t shootin’ paint, but i am shaq
red wit’ the gray, that’s a shotty, that’s my new tac
i did not come here with extra cash, because we don’t get taxed
everyone who claimin’ that they there, can you prove that a fact?
i can’t even talk to people, they just judging me off looks
that’s another person to sh*t on, i’ma write it in my book

[bridge]
that’s another person to, mm, write it in my book
that’s another person, write it in my book
(chain noises)
(hold up, mm)
[pre*chorus]
i’m just gonna say that sh*t ain’t even happen
saying they support, by themselves they steady laughing
i can’t f*ck with you no more
you crossed me once, ain’t no backing
this some real
i’m just spittin’ ‘bout my thoughts, ain’t really rappin’

[chorus]
this some real
i’m just spittin’ ‘bout my thoughts, ain’t really rappin
(this some real, i’m just)
i don’t know where yo’ hands been
i can’t even get to dapping
every person talking sh*t, bet they lips get to crackin’

[outro]
go
go
go
go
go
go, go, go
(chain noises)

- yung kidd c lyrics

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