[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah. Rap God Productions, motherf**er
Newcomer Kruttz, from the motherf**in' streets of Philly
Yeah. (Yeah.)
[Verse 1]
Straight from the motherf**in' streets of Philly
New white rapper, you better recognize me
My name is Kruttz. If you get it wrong, you busted
And if you not a “‘G' thang”, then you obviously nuthin'
You know that I ain't that good, but you better not be bluffin'
If I ever catch you again, never again start it
I know it's hard for me to explain sh**
But Slim knows me, I be goin' out with the same clip
Reloaded, shoot you right in the head, leave your whole f**in' brain split
I got somethin' for your a**, keep thinkin' I'm a dick, b**h
I know you be doin' the same sh**
Believe me, yo, you be standing there like you a thing, b**h
[Chorus]
Trust me, you don't really wanna f** with me
It'll take a while for the truth to be seen
Look, I know I ain't a f**in' real ‘G'
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly
Trust me, you don't really wanna f** with me
It'll take a while for the truth to be seen
Look, I know I ain't a f**in' real ‘G'
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly
[Verse 2]
Straight from the motherf**in' streets of Philly
You know I'm already gonna get a lot of beef
However, you all know that I'm a better rapper
Other than the sh**ty rappers you listen to these days
I decided to get into the game from listenin' to rap
Making playlists on Spotify every day from scratch
You know it's gonna take a while for me to catch up
Have me strapped up, have a knife cut you up
I don't get enough sleep, every morning I'm like “what the f**”?
I hit you in the face so hard like a hockey puck
Us at Rap God got “deez nuts”
And we still got in the game while in a bust
[Chorus]
Trust me, you don't really wanna f** with me
It'll take a while for the truth to be seen
Look, I know I ain't a f**in' real ‘G'
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly
Trust me, you don't really wanna f** with me
It'll take a while for the truth to be seen
Look, I know I ain't a f**in' real ‘G'
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly
[Verse 3]
Straight from- wait, I can't start another verse usin' the same line again
People are gonna start thinkin “Damn man, this guy's lazy.”
Hey, you better save me, because all this sh** I try to handle but it's just crazy
I want to get to the top, but I'll always be at the bottom
You think I should stop? Nope that ain't happenin'
Because after this song's over, people gonna either be laughin'
Or they gonna be clappin', yo
Chorus:
Trust me, you don't really wanna f** with me
It'll take a while for the truth to be seen
Look, I know I ain't a f**in' real ‘G'
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly
Trust me, you don't really wanna f** with me
It'll take a while for the truth to be seen
Look, I know I ain't a f**in' real ‘G'
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly