Mulatto Beats - Ranting Stuff lyrics

[Verse: Trapo] Black ba*tard, torture a mumble rapper What you finna teach I ain't mastered, don't get it backwards Gettin' harder, it's scripted, I see the actress Trap been harder, these n***as is not rappin' I been focused on banding up and ranting stuff Making sure my sh** sound like a Grammy when I say it's done Ford 4 Door on the way, I used to take the bus Four more tapes on the way, a n***a warming up Yeah, ho you gon' like my style Why they gon' bite my taste They gon' museum my sound I got the blackest touch in front of the whitest crowds Can't wait to run this sh**, live in a white man's house, right Been focused on banding up and ranting stuff Could care less 'bout some sh**ty album or the guns you tuck Truth is if I drop a sh**ty album I'm gon' make it up I don't really trip about the outcome 'cause this sh** is fun Picture this, little n***a, little funds Reach out to a manager, he figure he can get 'em paid Rappin' 'bout the shade, n***as need a break n***as need a raise so he dropped it and they f** with it Stuck with it, stuck with it I'm stuck with it now n***a Smoking them pounds quicker than kicking my vowels Can't hang around with the foul n***as Don't, wanna hang around with the foul n***as Can't, hang around with the foul children, no [Interlude: Trapo] Oh well, she mad at me A break from me, me Nope now she mad at me Away from me, you said You wasn't workin' late Still lying to me All I want is you, you, you, you Young girl, you a young girl into something Boredom lead to something, don't it All the time turn you over, tossin' turnin', don't it Lead to something, don't it Lead to something, don't it All the time [Outro] Hey miss You never been to LA, wanna play, this is no vacation Work, so I can let you come to my place And I'll wait, and I'll wait