The Cratez - You Can't Relate lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Rob White] Uggh! I know you mu'f**as hating that I keep real as f**, you can't relate to that.. I do it for the love and get hated back So I don't MAKE it up, what you make of THAT? Uggh! I know you mu'f**as hating that everything I say is so real I can't take it back One opinion shared by millions don't make it fact and the fact is I'm k**in, you can't relate to that... [Verse 1: Rob White] I ain't never had peers, EVER! I ain't on my peers' LEVEL! I even flow above they ear level I spit truth but Dare-DEVILS ain't prepared for a rare flow'er I'm their Hova when they're over But when I put my life in sentences, all those eye-witnesses' Amnesia kicks in cause they don't like differences Between them and this n***a who's life sentence is To be "real rap's" genesis But when I rap real it's a real slap to apprentices Schoolmates mad they don't roll around in Benzesis Now, I'm like they arch nemesis, went off to war And they ain't marched with him since But I can take shots, yeah I got the right arch, in a sense Put the rock up where I want dog I got Jigga's sense SO, my J's only moving the Nets Only time I touch rim's putting shoes on the whips.. [hook] [Verse 2: Rob White] Now, if I gave my dog pound for every bad b*tch… In London town they'd say he's mad rich.. (in pounds) [I] love a bad switch, pretty face, and a dress game But nothing keeps me from the p**y of that next dame.. That's why even with a girl I still check mates Had to get that sh** off my CHEST! wait, don't leave, [I'm] used to losing mu'f**as, so a n***a won't grieve I'll just have girls doing numbers that you won't BELIEVE! That's Co' livin in his past life But what's better, slow d**h or a fast life? I can spend all my days chasin a** right? or holidays wit a girl that make me ask right Either way my only question: "is her a** right?" [I'm] shallow than a mu'f**a water's 'bout calf height.. [that] didn't stop me from taking it to a knee To them hoes, I walk water, but I swim for the "C" [hook] [Verse 3: Rob White] Only way I can explain this If the line's drawn at being famous Then I'm JUST shy, like Ye is [I] always lived like the entertainers, since I was a sixth grader I took off and never looked back "Rob White," on paper, I ain't never looked black Now Rob blow paper like I never took sacks of clothes that never had a transaction [at] least I know Imma PAY for my past actions, at some point.. And some point and say "you're different now," different HOW? I ain't never MAKE it Only thing that I invent is crowds The same people that's waiting to pay respect To my whips [is] the same ones that's waiting to see me wreck And the chicks? f** WAITING for the s** I hit before I made a hit, and they still waiting for a check, please.. Android kicks only, no checks, please [I] ate the whole game before I played yo, check please... [hook]