I'm Not A Rapper

[Hook] I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper A spitter I'm a getter I be posted on the block getting guap with my niggas I grind I grind I grind Yea baby I grind I grind I grind Ayy I'm not a decoy baby I'm a d-boy See me fresh in d-t-s I come thru with dem dees on And baby I shine I shine I shine Yea baby I shine I shine I shine Ayy [Verse 1] I laugh, cause I rememba I was dead broke Like I'm so muthafuckin hungry man my head hurt Until I learned the game And made my head work Like get them bitches later, jus take this bread first, yea I learned that man I was all rite Went to a trapaholic, get money all nite All day, soft yea we even gave em hard white From bad work to brown weed man I dun sold em all types Ma I done sold it all like from hustlin from all night Struggling with all ma might man I done lived a hard life Started with a half of weed n progressed to a ball like Damn near made me wanna live the boss life I ball like mike, tie game 5 seconds on the clock Da narcs playin defense but I'm still gon' take the shot Yea it's hot to get the guap I'm a give em all I got Niggas think that they can see me That means I'm on the top [Hook] [Verse 2] I said bitch I'm on the grind I hustle everyday Ain't got no nine to five But u can get that nine for five We got that yay ay ay ay bay, come around my way Everything be a-ok Even quarters pass for 0-z's Niggas know we got that weight but ay ay ay I remember dog we used to be slaves Now we whip that white like it's Kunta Kinte Ayyy all we know is hustle get paid Grind from the muscle jus to lay up in the shade Cause I'm the man in ma city ain't nobody fukkin with me I be rollin thru ya hood ridin shotty with the semi They be rollin on that good I be popping on that henny Ride tinted, in the s-r-t with the hemi See that bad bitch, that's all me I be in it from the front and from the back I say dis n she do that I step in it like who that That's meek milly and them boys We brought them choppas in the building We be really making noise! [Hook] [Verse 3] I said, I don't make it rain Nigga I ain't rich I ain't gotta milli I ain't tryna press a bitch Nigga I ain't signed, I ain't got dem bricks But I still step up in the club feelin like I'm it We got squally in the building, he in here strapped Omelly outside at the letout with the mack Me I'm in the crowd, chilling falling back Peeping out the scene I see a hater I react Like u don't want no problems We come with them choppas They call us the ladder boys cause we get it popping We don't do no robbing All we do is grind Hustle from the muscle nigga save up every dime Everybody know I'm bouta blow like a bomb BOOM! Pull up in the 96' impal VRROOOMMMM! Hammas in the stash box dirty BROOM! The holster in the passenger Gangsta Goon! [Hook]