Lyrics I Ain't a Rapper - Chill Bump

Could hip-hop get any sloppier
Everybody's a cocky killer
That be reppin' the Mafia
Wiggas pull triggers
Correctional officer
Talk about how they gonna watch ya embody ya
Where is the logic
Gotta be honest man
The hottest artist out now are probably holograms
All these rappers
Always yappin' the N bomb
When crackers make up
Half the fans they depend on
Shit is wrong
Ya silly song
If the whites in the crowd
To sing along
They rich and proud
Check what they keep buyin'
Yeah
Drake keep crying
And Kanye keep whining like
Uh
Maybe I'm stuck in the 90's
Pink pants and Doesn't fucking define me
Call me cracker with no swag
You can't even flow fag
Just a rapper I casually toe-tag
Your fans'll be so sad
[...] Joe bad
I couldn't even beat
The phony crap from his note pad
I got
High Calliber vocab
I'm the truth ay
Cannot be moved
But you're the crack that your crew sling
You're braggin' your jews bling
Act like a new king
Tacky auto-tune
Makes you sing
Fuck you
And the whip you bangin' this tune in
Fuck the word swag
And the slang that you usin'
Listen
I jus
I ain't rapper
I jus
I ain't rapper
I jus
New school aimin' the right mind
The entire text message generation
Ain't able to write rhymes
Just a bunch of punch lines
With no connection between em
Fictional bullshit
And kids
Actually believe em
Rappers try to Guys will do anything for likes and views
Use a camera and a dynamite stick
Stick it up your ass
Light the fuse
So the[...] blow up
You lifeless fools
Captivate fan base
Lovers make covers
Mack'll make us pancakes
Is Macklemore a better rapper than Kendrick
How'd he manage to get that award
Man I don't get it
You too [...]
Losers get hurt
So you wiggers get excused
But you use the N word
You can prove that yous a killer
Shoot with ten slugs
Wishin' death with every sentence
You foolish nerds
And emo geeks
I've never seen those But post mediocre schemes
Over primo beats
I know that
I could beat ya'll mic off
But today rappers don't rap
They just keyboard cyphers
So
All these crews with their macs out
Fourty goons up in the background
All these dumb tracks that lack substance
And all the auto-tune up in their raps now
Rush your bars they don't matter
Just for like that crazy swagger
Do your thing focus on your stupid bling
But if that's just rap
I ain't rapper
I jus
I ain't rapper
I just rap a lot
I ain't rapper
I jus
I ain't rapper
I just rap a lot