Rappin Shit Lyrics

(Drum Dummie)
You know the beats smart, I walk through 'em (CashMoneyAP)
They don't want Keed to rap, so I talk to 'em (Talk to 'em)
(Keed, talk to 'em)

Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), where the rich rappers? (Rich rappers, oh, oh)
Slip and fall on your pussy like it's an accident
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), yes, I got some change (Change, oh, oh)
Fucked my mans baby mama, yes, I felt some pain (Pain)
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), this cappin' shit (Cappin' shit, oh, oh)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no song, I'm finna wrap this shit (Wrap this shit)
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), and I was beggin', "God, please" (Oh, oh)
Down on my knees, ask for his [?] (Oh, oh)

Yeah, who is inspired by the flow? (Flow)
Got in this rap game, they gave me all this dough (Damn)
And I just seen so-and-so with so-and-so ho (Shh, shh)
And thеse rap niggas crazy, they 'posed to bе broke (Stupid, broke)
Shit, I know that I'ma fuck her soon as I blow
Shit, jumped up out the [?] she already know (Oh, oh, oh)
These niggas rich as shit and they tender dick
Fuck the wrong rapper, bitch, ceilin' fan, they'll spin on shit (Grrt, rrr)
Just like a stripper, I stand next to poles (Poles)
Bullets like athletes' feet in new sneaks, eatin' at your soul (Crr, clah, uh)
Came a long way from rocky road
And I survived, yeah, the rocky road
Say y'all talkin' 'bout some bitches I fucked, naw, not exposed

Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), where the rich rappers? (Rich rappers, oh, oh)
Slip and fall on your pussy like it's an accident
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), yes, I got some change (Change, oh, oh)
Fucked my mans baby mama, yes, I felt some pain (Pain)
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), this cappin' shit (Cappin' shit, oh, oh)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no song, I'm finna wrap this shit (Wrap this shit)
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), and I was beggin', "God, please" (Oh, oh)
Down on my knees, ask for his [?] (Oh, talk to 'em)

Yeah, and we was microscopic (Microscopic)
And we the trendin' topic
Any nigga poppin' out when I be shoppin' (Shoppin')
Any nigga worried 'bout what ho I'm poppin' (Uh)
And pocketwatchin' like if Lil Gotit really got it
Like if StickBaby a stick baby, but he survived it (StickBaby)
And I didn't mention that you sticked when they shot 'em (Rrr)
Damn, if it wasn't for Thugger Thugger (Thug)
I'd be like a [?] stuck in the gutter, gutter with [work mama][?] (Strike you out)
I don't know how to thank him, but, boy, I love you (No)
And you got everything, so I'd share my baby mama (Everything)
Yeah, if it's mine, you can have it, nigga (Have it, nigga)
YSL 'til we dead or pale in that casket, nigga (Slimy)

Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), where the rich rappers? (Rich rappers, oh, oh)
Slip and fall on your pussy like it's an accident
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), yes, I got some change (Change, oh, oh)
Fucked my mans baby mama, yes, I felt some pain (Pain)
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), this cappin' shit (Cappin' shit, oh, oh)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no song, I'm finna wrap this shit (Wrap this shit)
Welcome to this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit), and I was beggin', "God, please" (Oh, oh)
Down on my knees, ask for his [?] (Oh, oh)