Meyhem Lauren - Wack Rap n***as lyrics

[Intro] Word son. It's like the rap game son it's all f**ed up, nawmean? Suspect. n***as either frontin' talking that super brick sh** Nawmean, ever rapper sells bricks now, son? Or on the other hand you got these soft n***as, son n***as look like females It's like there ain't no regular n***as still spittin' son It's all good though That's what I'm here for my n***a [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Hey yo, divine spit deadly with rhyme sh** I'm about to change the climate, the people been blinded I find it suspicious ya'll n***as bustin' fictitious biscuits Up in magazines talking tough taking pictures Hold liquors, compose scriptures, yeah that's my steez n***as never sold 20s but they rap out keys Your false perpetrating lifestyles of criminals Ya'll n***as never crush minerals into vials Multiple styles, open my files and an*lyze Soak it up speaking the truth ya'll fantasize True lies spit in disguise about pies That's your M.O., my observation know what I'm sayin'? Ya'll paint faulty images that start decayin' Dismissing all the legends, street sh** that ya'll could pray in I'm full displayin' the livest lyrics known to man Sit back and take a swig, my real n***as understand [Hook] I ain't feeling these wack rap n***as They broke as f** talking about they stack mad figures I ain't f**ing with you lames Your music ain't hot so you start to drop names You wack rap n***as Never held a gun but you known to pull triggers I ain't f**ing with you lames Tight pants and shirts, ya'll n***as dressed like dames [Verse 2] It's like the lyrical rapper has left the building n***as is either b**hes or they obsessed with k**ing And I don't mind that k**er sh** because it's real But if you gonna talk it let the people know the deal It's two sides of a coin, you only repping one That's how I know you n***as ain't talking about sh** you've done Glorifying d** like yeah I'm selling bricks But n***as get shot in the face, put behind them sh**s Or locked up for seven if the feds do a blitz On the V.I. floor with they ?? double fits I'm not a hypocrite so go ahead and make your flips But understand anytime you hustle it's the risk Young dukes is counterfeits, my lyrics are U.S. mints Good money, Queens n***as still hungry I stay on my grime repping the streets Dropping j**els over beats, you wack rappers just some cheats [Hook] [Verse 3] Then you got the other extreme These soft wack rappers should model for Maybelline Rocking tight pants with rhinestones and size small jackets Thinking that they fresh but they whole style backwards Claiming that they hip hop and street sh** is played out Go to any ghetto probably see somebody layed out How could a reflection of today be outdated You tight shirt n***as got ga**ed and inflated Living in your fantasy worlds without crimes On the streets n***as still sell d** with black nines Jails is still packed, people still get clapped And inner city adolescents still don't know how to act I'm not saying glorify but don't dare deny What goes on from Californ-i to Bedstuy I'm tying in the game son, sh** is unacceptable Go to hell sus, burn out a testicle Word up, this is Meyhem Lauren n***a All you soft a** frontin' n***as Don't even speak to me when you see me, n***a an*lyze my f**ing resumé, word the f** up [Hook] Word up, this is Outdoorsmen n***a Meyhem Lauren, we don't play that wack sh** Ain't nobody frontin' on the mic Ain't nobody dressing like a metros**ual We don't play those games, respect my swag n***a I'm a man of such integrity I'm so stand-up, ya'll n***as could learn something Word up son, talking all that street sh** Ya'll n***as never had b**hes sniffing coke off...