(Prod. By Jordeaux) - Hip Hop lyrics

Chorus [Verse 1: Chanse M] Trapped inside my thoughts It's time to let it out Money broads cars clothes Is what the rapping bout Boy shut ya mouth All y'all n***as loosing I'm the only real artist Coming out of saint louis Chanse you gotta prove it Well I'm about to do it I take my life story And spit it to y'all Thru my music You making t**ng music You think you doing something Hand me yo CD So I can freaking piss on it Man y'all don't want it This is real hip hop You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes And I'm wearing flip flops Funny acting n***as I should call you Chris rocks The fans say my time is coming So I copped a wrist watch n***a tic toc I waited long enough You think you got bars But you not come strong enough God gave me talent So why not use it I don't wanna talk to you If it's not about my music Chorus [Verse 2: Chanse M] Now and days Everybody is the same I just had to make a lane To come up on a little change All I ever wanted Was a crowd to scream my name Spitting these lyrics on these tracks So you can feel my pain And isolated young n***a With a mic and a pen I was hella awkweird Never really had friends Grew up in the hood So I ain't never had zip With that been said That's why I'm tryna get rich Grams always told me She know I got the talent My daddy always told me Never back down from a challenge My momma always told me Never take no for a answer And I knew I was the ish Since I was wearing pampers So if you talk about me I'm really not tripping I'm bring hip hop back Take notes and just listen Chorus