May Rock - 92 Bars lyrics

[Intro: May Rock] Hello…I think it's time for me to formally introduce myself, for those of you who don't know me And if you don't know, you will know, because I've kinda been on a tear lately, check it out [Verse: May Rock] Yo, yo if you don't know me, this is who I am I'm May Rock, and every track I'm obligated to go ham And if you don't know me, here's something I like to do I like to make diss songs about him, her, and you And if you don't know me, I like to kick back The king size rapper, 4 bars, call me Kit Kat And if you don't know me, this is where I stand: All lives matter ‘cept fake hoes and dickheads Got no respect for guys that ever give their girl a hit And I got no respect for girls who like getting treated like sh** Apart of the Unit, rapping like Kidd Kidd And I can sing Don't just as good as Bryson Tiller did And don't, f** with me, it won't be undid You wanna get some dirt on moi, mind you business kid And now don't go crying, keep your baby bib Call the game, Carlton Fisk, CF, like Real Madrid Stay up, you more negative than an electron, b**h Ain't nothing to it, I ball like LeBron b**h I'm in the game you would think I'm Jayceon b**h Nas, you're a real one, but right now, I'm the don b**h And I'll rap till dawn like it's the name of my moms b**h I been causing ruckus, drumming, like I play for Styx Or Neal Pert, in a rush to get to work I don't f** with people who be f**ing with them percs I'm calling people out, like they be calling the perkys Question: How many of y'all users got the herpes? Ha, you still f**in with these hoes tho Y'all acting like circus clowns, straight JoJo Talking sh**, not knowing what's coming out your mouth You like trashy girls, trashier than Oscar the Grouch I'm on the top of my game, and Ima stay up Call me Reggie Miller for the ways I'm hitting J's up My punchlines make you think I'm smarter than Webster Top 5, me, Wayne, Luda, Banks, and Vic Mensa My name ain't Richard but I was born to be rich And I'd say I'd steal your girl, but nah, I don't want that b**h, yeah And when I get it going people dance like Jackson Tryna outdo me and you ain't gonna do jack, son And I'm a real one, I still buy Cd's No hiii power, you don't say hi when you see me People asking “May Rock, man what you up to?” I'm schemin making music the real people can f** to And to the haters, you don't like me, f** you You don't give a f** bout me and I don't give a f** dude Even if I was abstinent, I still don't give a f** I used to be a Rugrat now I'm all grown up You'd see me different if I was darker, like fifty shades I ain't even finished yet man, this just my first 48 And ain't nobody stopping me, I'm going in for more And if you want more, track 24, gave em 44 Or, check out that Control or Beast Mode And it would mean the world to me if you would hit the download Nah I'm just playing, if you don't I won't even know I'm on the road to riches, let me tell you it's a long road But that's ok, time's are changing, word to Bob Dylan Thought I was the nice guy, but I guess I'm actually the villain And I'm straight to the point, Kyle Lowry I don't need girls to get brain call me Taj Mowry And his sister sisters could really get it, in my day Frank Sinatra, Fetty Wap, I know I did it My Way And I just want a little TLC, like Left Eye I'd still be eating steady, even if the chef died Don't try to get ahead and pull strings like a banjo I'll still rock out on all y'all even when the beat go Just don't forget about me, like DJ Yella I don't need a beat, I can go a capella When it comes to this there's ain't that many people that are better All I need are the fakers and the haters front and center You dickriding like you gave your whole crew neck I hate that, I'll choke you right out your damn crew neck Ask who I'm coming for, b**h your crew's next Normally I'd be afraid to say, but now I don't care I moved away and now I'm off better in Bel Air Like, in West Philadelphia, born and raised, I'm just playing Yes I'm in the game, no I'm not playing Stuntin is a habit, rapping is a hobby I'm stickin with my ride or dies, call me Ricky Bobby I shake and wake and bake, I'm steady ready getting cake Go get em, got em, get it like it's my last, make no mistake I skeet skeet, swipe you out, swiffer sweeper, nothing's sweeter The Unit, we the mob, hotter than a Carolina reaper If you want beef, my clan and yours we can clash All these rap kids are my sons, no Steve Nash But that's ok if you wanna call me a fat a** Just say it looking up to me with D Curry and Bada$$ Like catch me at the Zenith, swingin like Serena and Venus And going hard up in the game and I got hits like Derek Jeter This 92 bars, but I was born in 98 I guess I came to the party like 6 years late This tape and track is for anybody who ever doubt me, here Why don't you inform the people who I am if they don't know anything about me