| I be YG Rippa; |
| used to be the moniker
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| An honorable mention it was
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| But now I seem to sign up for other things
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| Eric, Rippa, you get either one of 'em
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| When I say I’m no longer playing, I don’t mean the carnival
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| Y’all softer than cotton candy
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| Sweeter than a funnel cake
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| I’m knowing that you gonna hate
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| But tell your dad his son’s a fake
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| I steady grind from sun to eight
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| I’m talking eight the next day
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| That’s why you getting lapped
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| And I’m already on my next pace
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| Gone, and I’m shot calling alone
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| Like Jerry Jones or Jerry Sloan
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| I’ve never feared a scary moment
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| And I’m up on it, the opportunity is golden
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| But you should hold up if you’re thinking I’d fold up, dawg
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| Metaphorically my balls bigger than the Trump Tower
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| Or the Eiffel one, and you ain’t gotta like it once
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| I’m itching for success like a head that got the lice in 'em
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| And this is elementary since 10 I’ve been ciphering
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| I ain’t never had nobody tell me that I would fall and they were right
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| And I ain’t never had nobody tell me that I ain’t never put up a fight
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| This track is aimed at the lame cats
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| That can’t rap but want to claim that the kang’s back
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| Come on, all I see is clones, homes
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| I’m saying that you drones can’t rap;
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| Spitting whack, singing the same crap
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| I’m not liking you. |
| It’s the truth that I might be rude
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| Dang quit biting dude, swipe or no swiping dude
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| And I mean right now, as weak as you might sound
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| But like an underground water tunnel, you need to pipe down
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| And it’s so retarded. |
| It’s like y’all get together in booths
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| Just to see who be spitting the most garbage
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| And after that, y’all pick the ones that speak the most trash
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| Cosign him and sackride him until his nuts crash
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| What’s that? |
| Who gave these people a bus pass?
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| I’m pissed, I’m agged, plus mad
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| Somebody put a muzzle on him
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| Need to shush that, hush that
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| People don’t know what’s good or what’s bad
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| Y’all done confused somebody making the latest moves
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| For somebody that’s actually spitting and has paid his dues
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| I’m aching to move. |
| Steady slaying these faking fools
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| Not debating to dumb my raps down for the sake of you
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| Nowadays since rap is no longer talent based
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| That’ll make people completely forget the database
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| And it baffles me
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| So I’m here ridding the rapping game
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| With insecticides like it’s Rapper Raid |