I Really Rap chords by Dave East, J.R. Writer
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Verse 1
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Huh, what
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a day, uh
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Fresh out the bookings,
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my mental thinking bout millions
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Watching for cameras,
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couple hammers,
we stashed in the building
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Different,
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ain't got no answers for me
Negative vibes in my circle,
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feeling like cancer to me
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Kidnap your daughter, we on her,
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go get that ransom for me
Connect from Indonesia,
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about his paper, I'll date you later
Cause him don't need ya,
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dope is amazing, it got him shakin'
Look like a seizure,
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bitch from Jamaica, they hatin', fuck it
They in the bleachers,
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I'm startin' fire,
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eyes open, just look alive
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Go through my book of rhymes,
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you see that I took my time
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OG got that raw smell,
Ivy League, no Cornell
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Double cup with my Sprite mix,
transportin' with a white chick
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Teterboro with a perk in me,
pilot told me I'm a flight risk
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Crossed the border, got work with me,
early morning plus night shift
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Gotta hit me and just make the call,
he write the list
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Side bitch got my wifey pics,
one of the icy wrists, it's 96, but
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The realest bag, how real is that?
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With them writtens you've written that,
they chicken scratch
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I don't listen to silly cats
with simple tracks
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Who told you that they
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was feeling that?
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That shit is wack
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Huh, I really rap, I really rap, turn me up,
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yeah I really rap, fuck my shit,
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don't compare me to nobody,
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my shit is crack, in Harlem
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I'm goody,
I'm mobbin' what's hoodie,
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you play me just a little B,
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I'ma stomp you and boogie,
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I'm far from a rookie,
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don't disrespect it, and just expect it,
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your girl gon' throw the mouthpiece
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until she get rejected, the
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And you reckless with
them hoes you pick
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She need to go get stitched,
she don't even know she hit
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Exposure pricks, ain't your hoes
You wanna lift the answers,
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no, I cut it short
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I'm from New York,
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I slug a walk, Amber Rose
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It ain't hard to see
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I copped out on Armory D -Wade,
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Cavaliers, opt -out, don't start with me
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J .R. should be your idol,
I ain't your rival
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And y 'all ain't fuckin' with me, period
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Y 'all need some idol,
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mind you, I'm in a room
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Bought as high as the Eiffel
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And it got so many views,
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it's about to go viral
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I should advise you,
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I'm tuckin' a semi
Settin' up shop just to fuck up the city
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Who tusslin' with me?
None of them,
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I'ma be rippin' the mic till I'm 120
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Yeah, understand I rock
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All these bands I clock
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Fresh out the big shack
And your man's not hot
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Fuck them plans y 'all got
I will sun y 'all any day
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Come brawl or you in the way
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Young boy, this the NBA
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I really rap. I
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really rap.
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Yeah, I really rap.
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Don't compare me to nobody.
My shit is crack.
I Really Rap
Dave East, J.R. Writer
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