Lyrics I Really Rap - Dave East , JR Writer
Fresh
out
the
bookings,
my
mental
thinkin′
about
millions
Watchin'
for
cameras,
couples
hammers
we
stashed
in
the
building
Different,
ain′t
got
no
answers
for
me
Negative
vibes
in
my
circle
feeling
like
cancer
to
me
Kidnap
your
daughter,
we
on
her,
go
get
that
ransom
for
me
Connect
from
Indonesia,
about
his
paper
I'll
date
you
later,
'cause
him
don′t
need
ya
Dope
is
amazing,
it
got
him
shakin′,
look
like
a
seizure
Bitch
from
Jamaica,
they
hatin',
fuck
it,
they
in
the
bleachers
I′m
startin'
five,
eyes
open,
just
look
alive
Go
through
my
book
of
rhymes,
you′ll
see
that
I
took
my
time
O.G.
got
that
raw
smell,
Ivy
League,
no
Cornell
Double
cup
with
my
sprite
mix,
transportin'
with
a
white
chick
See
the
burrow
with
a
perc′
in
me,
pilot
told
me
I'm
a
flight
risk
Cross
the
border,
got
work
with
me,
early
morning
plus
night
shift
Got
a
hit
man,
just
make
the
call,
he
write
the
list
Side
bitch
got
my
wifey
pissed,
wanted
an
icey
wrist
since
'96
But
The
real
is
back,
how
real
is
that?
Where
them
writtens
you′ve
written
at?
They
chicken
scratch
I
don′t
listen
to
silly
cats
with
simple
tracks
Who
told
you
that
they
was
feeling
that,
that
shit
is
wack
(huh?)
I
really
rap,
I
really
rap,
(turn
me
up)
Yeah,
I
really
rap
(Talk
my
shit)
Don't
compare
me
to
nobody,
my
shit
is
crack
Look
In
Harlem,
I′m
goody,
your
[?]
was
hoody
You
play
me
just
a
little
B,
I'ma
stomp
you
and
boogie
I′m
far
from
a
rookie,
don't
disrespect
it,
and
just
expect
it
Your
girl
gon′
throw
the
mouth
piece
until
she
get
rejected
The
kid's
selective
and
you
reckless
with
them
hoes
you
pick
She
need
to
go
get
stitched,
she
doesn't
even
know
she
hit
Expose
you
pricks
and
you
hoes,
you
want
a
lift?
The
answer′s
no
I
cut
it
short,
I′m
from
New
York,
that
slut
can
walk,
Amber
Rose
It
ain't
hard
to
see
I
copped
out
on
armory
D.
Wade,
Cavaliers,
opt
out,
don′t
start
with
me
J.R.
should
be
your
idol,
I
ain't
your
rival
And
y′all
ain't
fuckin′
with
me,
period,
y'all
need
some
Midol
Mind
you,
I'm
in
a
room
′bout
as
high
as
the
Eiffel
And
it
got
so
many
views,
it′s
about
to
go
viral
I
should
advise
you,
I'm
tuckin′
the
semi
Settin'
up
shop
just
to
fuck
with
the
city,
who
tusslin′
with
me
None
of
them,
I'ma
be
ripping
the
mic
til
I′m
hundred
and
twenty
Yeah,
understand
I
rock,
all
these
bands
I
clock
Fresh
out
the
big
shack
and
"Your
man's
not
hot"
Fuck
the
plans
y'all
got,
I
will
son
y′all
any
day
Come
brawl
or
you
in
the
way,
young
boy
this
the
NBA
I
really
rap,
I
really
rap
Yeah,
I
really
rap
Don′t
compare
me
to
nobody,
my
shit
is
crack
1 I Really Rap
2 Can't Stay Away
3 100 Percent
4 Extravagant
5 The Greatest
6 Grown Man Barz
7 On Tilt
8 Right
9 Peso
10 Prey
11 Me Doe
12 Losin' it
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