[Intro]
Rap, I gotta rap, rap, rap, rap
Yeah
Man, Akari blessed me bro
[Verse 1]
I know I could have been a doctor but I’m rapping instead
My life actually a movie not just acting for cred'
Tryna build on what I have, not what I’m lacking instead
Then go back to what I’m lacking when I’m passing ahead
I’m from Tampa, I get bucks
I whip a big truck
And I got fresh cut under the nappiest dreads
People really think they know me, we just casually met
Yeah they love me 'cause I’m saying just what had to be said
If you insist on having beef then I could I have it prepared
'Cause when I hop up on the beat, I leave it tragically dead
I’m a gentleman in these streets but I be nasty in bed
No she don’t like to call me Chris, she call me daddy instead
[Chorus]
I’m ashing my blunt
Making it bump
The back to the front
They lacking respect
I’m cashing a check
I’m actually that kid
[Verse 2]
The chosen one, the lost can always get found
I'm the nappy-headed cowboy, The Yankee of the South
No, you ain’t never been to Gyros, you ain’t been to my town
No they won’t never understand me so I’m sitting 'em down
I’m student and a teacher but my lessons is free
I always keep it really real, that’s why they pressing repeat
Feel like that nigga Tom Brady, I’m the best my league
Feel like that nigga Tom Brady, I’m the best in my league (it’s still fuck Tom Brady though)
[Chorus]
I’m ashing my blunt
Making it bump
The back to the front
They lacking respect
I’m cashing a check
I’m actually that kid
[Outro]
Sometimes you gotta see the Ls to get the dubs
Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find yourself
Rap, I gotta rap, rap, rap, rap
Yeah
Man, Akari blessed me bro
[Verse 1]
I know I could have been a doctor but I’m rapping instead
My life actually a movie not just acting for cred'
Tryna build on what I have, not what I’m lacking instead
Then go back to what I’m lacking when I’m passing ahead
I’m from Tampa, I get bucks
I whip a big truck
And I got fresh cut under the nappiest dreads
People really think they know me, we just casually met
Yeah they love me 'cause I’m saying just what had to be said
If you insist on having beef then I could I have it prepared
'Cause when I hop up on the beat, I leave it tragically dead
I’m a gentleman in these streets but I be nasty in bed
No she don’t like to call me Chris, she call me daddy instead
[Chorus]
I’m ashing my blunt
Making it bump
The back to the front
They lacking respect
I’m cashing a check
I’m actually that kid
[Verse 2]
The chosen one, the lost can always get found
I'm the nappy-headed cowboy, The Yankee of the South
No, you ain’t never been to Gyros, you ain’t been to my town
No they won’t never understand me so I’m sitting 'em down
I’m student and a teacher but my lessons is free
I always keep it really real, that’s why they pressing repeat
Feel like that nigga Tom Brady, I’m the best my league
Feel like that nigga Tom Brady, I’m the best in my league (it’s still fuck Tom Brady though)
[Chorus]
I’m ashing my blunt
Making it bump
The back to the front
They lacking respect
I’m cashing a check
I’m actually that kid
[Outro]
Sometimes you gotta see the Ls to get the dubs
Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find yourself
( Johnny Champagne )
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