Something to Rap About (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

Lyrics

Bitch
 Nigga
 Nigga bitch
 Oogie-boogie nigga
 Sniff it up
 Fuck nigga, came to my section on Sunday, didn't even bring shit or bottles
 Just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga
 Hey, ya
 Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out
 God made me sell crack, so I had somethin' to rap about
 Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, so what you mad about?
 I fucked you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about
 And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit
 Magnums and some sweet airmatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
 I'm don't do no sucker shit, no ho' mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts
 She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts, yeah
 You niggas bringin' out the old me
 I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me
 When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me
 Serve the piece, caprice, ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G
 Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance
 Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans
 Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man
 Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand, yeah
 VL niggas trap it out
 Lord let me hit this so, so I have something to rap about
 Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about
 This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out
 Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out
 You robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out
 Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me
 I'm tryna live to ninety-three to see the old me
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 Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit
 This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet
 This sound like the moment I jump off it
 Sun shinin', cold water, feelin' in my pocket
 This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with
 We hold our breath like grudges 'til we nauseous
 We hop out, let the sun dry us, like raisins
 We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit it's amazing
 We look like Polo ads but skin is dark and
 I gotta move cautious, 'cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches
 I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I'm up in this man
 I started gettin' mula as young and now I got bigger hands
 To hold them, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can
 I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin' corn, no crops
 You messy and get cleaned up with the mop
 I went to school and I ain't miss it a lot
 So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance
 I, cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me
 R.I.P. T's 'cause these motherfuckers is dead to me
 Nail is in the coffin murder, murder
 I'm sick of y'all niggas and I ain't coughin', I know me
 Y'all often anxious, lost in y'all thoughts and I don't relate
 So keep that energy away from me
 Don't blame me, 'cause you ain't got it figured out
 You ain't got the bigger house, the jig is up
 You jealous dawg, my afro long, I'll pick it out
 Like cotton on some basic, shit is off
 We ain't adjacent
 I'm grounded like the pavement, we ain't linkin' like the bracelet broke
 Better get your wrist that hold, on that thought, you gettin' gold
 The fuck away, 'cause niggas'll get they faces broke
 I just got a thumbs up and niggas go like "Good job"
 You better find a shoe store and get your sole
 Get it quick and slip it on
 And I'll be in Mykonos, lemonade, sippin' slow
 Jumpin' in the water off that boat I haven't bought yet
 Bitch
 One take
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 Let me hear that
 I meant to say Mykonos, haha
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 I think a thing is dying from alcohol but I'm afraid
 But if you write dope shit, it doesn't do any good what you die
 It is to teach these parents to be civilized people, becau...
 

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Duration
04:42
Key
5
Tempo
56 BPM

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