It's Rainey baby; keep storms on deck, son
Trade in a diamond for a fresh pack of Wet Ones
I know where I stand, and I'm a firm believer that
These "bad b**hes" are just golden retrievers
With an attitude; cut the f*ggotude
If I was cla**y rap
I'd be up in Union drinkin' starbucks, playing Hacky-sack
Catch a sloppy gang-banger slippin'; Alcatraz
Agrabah just heard the towers fell, now Aladdin's sad
I make music for the genuine fan of rap
Not for douchebags in red Yankee hats
Off top like a totem pole
I'm penetrating open holes
Rainey's a nice man, test him and it's over though
I stay on that nitty gritty like 8 Mile
Surrounded by pretty b**hes with fake smiles
But I never let 'em get to me, they want s** with me
But all I really want is just for her to wake up next to me
Real G's stay low key, son. The homies know
n***as try to run up on me, swift like a Jetta
Cause I'm always rockin' skinnies and a Cosby Sweater
But I never let a fella who say he got a Barretta
Put the fear of God up in me cuz mami taught me better
Relevence and eloquence are two different sentiments
This is real rap; I don't have to make it rhyme
I just let the flows kick, and if it sticks, fine
Rainey will leave a n***a Mollywhopped
And I heard the kid got bars like the holocaust
Somethin' like a landmine when he burst verses
So swagged out he has to rap in third person
Catch him in his room, eatin' cookies, reading comics alone;
He won't answer his phone if it's a good one
Never hear him rap about bricks; he never pushed 'em
Never hear him rap about clips; he's not a hoodlum
I'm just a broke rapper, tryna pay my way through college
But is this knowledge really worth all the trouble that I've gotten-
Myself Into?
You couldn't see me like Vishnu
Tell all these n***as who borrow rap that their rent's due