Kyle Rapps - #Deedra lyrics

[Verse 1: Otis Clapp] I only came to shine I'm a weirdo, I talk to myself all the time I just write it down record, and I rhyme like a force That you can't afford to cross if you smart (Mu-f**a) I've been trained by the Lord With the hammer of a Thor With the grammar of a God Know that Otis spit it raw Turn these rappers and these ba*tards into Caspers then they gone 'Fore they even hear this song 'Fore I even had a thought (LOOK) I'm putting syllables together like milk and cereal If I drop the ball, don't f** ya b**h Homie that'll be a miracle I'm incredible, they never give me credit, I'm incredible This muthaf**in flow is on a pedestal Ever since rappin on the avenue, street corner, or what-have-a you I've been working hard than my attitude And this is f**in gratitude This is what's the matter you Still sleeping on me Tell me what the f** else do I gotta do? [Hook: Otis Clapp (voice pitched down)] I grew up a lot different from yall Bottom line is I'm different from yall Rap about my life yall should thank your Gods If I did what yall did, yall be out of a job [Repeat] [Verse 2: Kyle Rapps] Eating ketchup sandwiches Playing dodgeball with rocks Hiding razors in my sidecheek dub sacks in my socks Rolling up sticks with onion skin Listening to Pac at the vandal spot We use the token white kid to handle cops Black spots on my dice looking faded 'cause I gamble a lot The age of 15 dropped out of high school n***a couldn't handle the rock So I panhandled a lot Mechanical thoughts I'm dreaming while i sniff Klonopin Listening to Cannibal Ox at the dollar bin I'm hollering at three chicks at a time like King Solomon Listening to Stretch and Bobbito trying to fondle 'em Used to rob the college kids Me and my n***as surrounded em Took they wallets and made they money come out like Jason Collins And i don't say this sh** because I'm proud of it I say this sh** because i'm 'bout it b**h Yeah I'm bout it Biiitch [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: Kyle Rapps] Pa** the Visine More bread than I seen My blood sugar rising Clean off the glycine index Surprising Behind the laundromat your chick gave a n***a that dry clean I'm free like a African tribe scene With titties hanging down to bellies That's your sweetie pie why she send a n***a selfies I love my black queens but a n***a be addicted to them Kelly's [Verse 3: Otis Clapp] We not the ones ya momma warned you about We the ones they warned the ones your momma warned you about We the ones you wouldn't wanna have alone in your house We had plastic, slap the silver spoon out ya mouth Turn around, change the channel Put my shoes on your couch Grab your girl as I smile Put my oooooh in her owwww Used to hate it, when they hated, but I'm used to it now And on the low they admire how I sound Mu-f**a [Hook x2]