(verse 1)
Full of hoe, full of hoes
I ain't talking broke brothers
Bringing everything they could
Lord knows what it should
Pull the flow, pull the flow
I ain't talking fake rappers
Raping raps in a track
Only love it couldn't crack
Pa** dat, little dab
Quit the smoking i ain't mad
Might flying without choking
Cause of lot of lazy rats, hey
I was into marijuana burning, couldn't lie, hey
Eyes are looking into what you really wanna have, bro
Why so much are looking when the wicked they attack
What you looking and been giving your attention, is a gift
So the ones who is receiving, they been living out of that
Real crap, rap crap
I ain't listenning to that
And when my girl is talking sh**ty facts, you know i ain't reply
I love her more than that, hey
Like some fake sh**s in my gra**
Twist the sh** and put it backward now the sh**s up in yo a**
What is that?
Hey, hey, man i am repping real rap
Like you gotta conquer this before you think of even brag
Now you mad
Cause your friends and you ain't catching that
But at the moment when a rapper saying b**hes say you clap
(The rest is freestyled)