Lyrics Not a Rapper - Z-RO

I′m not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're stuntin′ for the gram
I'm not a rapper
Actin' like that′s yours but you know that′s for your man
I'm not a rapper
You say you′re from the hood, they don't even know your name
I′m not a rapper
We know you got a job, tellin' us you slangin′ 'cane, uh

In they song line, tellin' ′bout what they ain′t got
Extra friendly but always talkin' ′bout who they just shot
They ain't respected in the streets at all, they just hot
They say they this, they say they that, but uh, they just not
How can you go to sleep a busta, but wake up a real -? (What)
You ain′t real just 'cause you got somebody real wit′ ya (what)
So I'ma - on Instagram, in person though, you must forgot
Make me turn into the ol' Ro and call you bustas out (yeah, yeah)

"Where my verse at homie?" That′s what ya said, huh
Scared if we on the same song you gon′ end up dead, huh
If I said then I meant it, I'm gon′ make it happen
Just 'cause your head bobbin′ and I'm rappin′ don't mean...

I'm a rapper
Broke in real life but you′re stuntin′ for the gram
I'm not a rapper
Actin′ like that's yours but ya know that′s for your man
I'm not a rapper
You say you′re from the hood, they don't even know your name
I'm not a rapper
We know you got a job, tellin′ us you slangin′ 'cane

Oh you ballin′ but while you rape, got them paper plates
Ain't nothin′ wrong with claimin' your delta 88 (for real though)
Say my - who give a -, what a hater say (for real though)
Me, myself, you know I love makin′ them haters hate (for real though)
But you's a cold blooded killer, killin' everything
Cops pull you over, before they ask you tell ′em everything (ha-ha)
Just a p-, ain′t gon' ever change
Real n-a, the real, real n- ain′t gon' ever claim

Leroy ain′t you my homie? I thought you was
Now you can hit my own button, I'm about to off you, cuz
Slim Thug let you make it, he the bigger man
Steal from me, I will knock out my n- man

I′m not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're stuntin' for the gram
I′m not a rapper
Actin′ like that's yours but ya know that′s for your man
I'm not a rapper
You say you′re from the hood, they don't even know your name
I′m not a rapper
We know you got a job, tellin' us you slangin' ′cane

Look like he got a panty line up in that motherf- (oh, MP!)
Pants so tight, he think he finer than a motherf- (what the f-?)
Act like he got a vagina in that motherf- (what the f-?)
House full of guys, ain′t no vagina in that motherf- (ha, ha, ha)
Dope video, at least a hundred weed pads
As soon as it's over with, you gotta get a weed bag (sucka)
Luxury rentals outside like we need that (sucka)
Quit actin′ like ya ballin', give ′em people they keys back

Won't go onstage ′cause you'll see your beef on the front row
Me, I beat up my beef from the stage to the front door
I'm an entertainer but don′t treat me like that
I′m still in the hood, I don't be on TV like that

I′m not a rapper
Broke in real life but you're stuntin′ for the gram
I'm not a rapper
Actin′ like that's yours but ya know that's for your man
I′m not a rapper
You say you′re from the hood, they don't even know your name
I′m not a rapper
We know you got a job, tellin' us you slangin′ 'cane (yeah)