Keen - Rappin from 122 lyrics

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Keen - Rappin from 122 lyrics

And we back and we back but I ride in the front Some people call it a p**y I just call it a… Nah, I can't say it, I'll just call it the C word Curses in raps is overused like the emoji turd I rep the U of Richmond, call me a spider A Ralph Maccio wannabe a Karate Kid and Outsider Never losing track of the beat, I'm a metronome When I get head in the city, call that Metrodome I smoke spliffs, lick clits, talk sh**, don't dip, and when I'm on Acid then I trip But I don't trip, sorry Chance, you had your chance But it's my turn now to do my dance Imma leave you dead on the ship like you was Rosencrantz Sorry Mr. Bennett, my apologies that was wrong The problem is your always on my mind you write my favorite song And that first mixtape, that was cray I mean I can't even hold a jerk hiatus that last 10 day Writing these raps to relieve my stress And maybe pick up some ladies the ones that I impress Like Mrs. Bokert aka elbows, my girl Kelly Poleman My raps is so sick it will leave you congested like Mrs. Altman This college life has got me missing my home Like hungover Harbor House, the manor, and chilling with Jerome He taught me ohms, that's the unit for resistance When the b**hes have persistence I'm like chill I need my distance Getting more hits than Denard Span Smashing more shots than Adam LaRoche can Sorry for my references but I'm a Nationals fan You jealous that your team didn't make the Postseason? Sorry when I root for sports teams I get a little co*ky The nats losing to the Giants in 4 yeah that shocked me A white kid wanting to be a football player, Jeremy Shockey But I'm so short the only sport career for me is a jockey Tryin to look prep but you know I rep them public schools Polos, khakis, sperries, and watches cause I think they're cool But all these kids, they're wearing the Vinyard Vines sh** Hell no I ain't spending 100 dollars cause it's got a pink whale on it Everyday should feel this good that's what they say? Well how's my day supposed to feel gay if all my money is flying away? It's all made by the same factory workers, slaving away 12 hours a day And all they receive is the same sh**ty minimal pay So why spend more for a specific brand? Do you really need the pink whale to prove you went to Horace Mann So keep splurging preps, keep spending your dough Just hold my dick when this public school kid graduates with a 4.0 Damn I can't wait to get back for thanksgiving Not sure what I missed more, my bros or my moms stuffing Dani you're a gem, I love your food, but the thing I need most is my crew For now I just stuck rapping in Marsh 122