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