Текст песни Pro Rappers (feat. Drew Famous, Louie Free, & Sam Stan) - Levi Hinson feat. Drew Famous, Louie Free & Sam Stan

Aight It's feelin' like my entire city raps now But I been at it for
A while, ain't finna back down I blacked out,
Last thing I remember was straight chillin' and droppin' crap like
It's winter inside an outhouse Been around clowns,
Your advice seemingly drowned out Since I found out that just 'cause
You a king don't mean I'll bow down It's sound sound,
Back to back in checkers like I'm crowned out By summer '16 I'll be a
Pro, ain't you forgot 'bout The fact that I'm the kid,
No really I'm the kid I'm sixteen,
So by the time that I'm legal you'll plead the fifth That's two
Years, give me another two so now that's four more So by the time I'm
Twenty I'll at least have done four tours Probably more more,
You're still sleeping on floorboards Your mom's still yelling at you,
You forgot to do your chores It's hard to believe in a kid with
Barely no budget Now I'm stuck inside the
Game and I promise there's no budging, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I be having visions of me,
Touring In an RV with a car seat Got a
Couple kids, see their heart beat I be like "
Aye b, you gon' see" I be laying down these bars,
Now these bars call me I don't rap for free,
I got mouths to feed Everybody sound the same,
I guess it's hard to be yourself I murk the beat then get to
Changing diapers That's off the record on the record, I'm Marley, Mc
Cartney Beating every opponent, you doubt me?
I'm Ali Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill, a Fugee Who me?
Toussaint Louie on duty Start a revolution, set you free,
Like ooo-wee I'll take yo' cookie and yo' smoothie Stay cool B,
I turn up on a fool,
See Sell everything and buy wisdom, that's a cool tweet Follow me, @
Louie
The
Free
Okay I want to be a rapper,
So I have to step these bars up Plan on being hot as coffee while
Making them star bucks When I meet these rappers I just dap 'em,
Don't get star struck Now I'm all smiles, in the clouds,
Tryna crowd surf I can do whatever I want,
Just keep God first So I'm in a black shirt, black jeans,
Converse Show up to the concert,
I ain't never lied Man I'm feelin' like Luxe in a tux,
Get this nine to five Yeah boy that's hard work Uh I said one time
For Young Minds, you know I had to drop a verse I'm eating I'm eating
Cookies and tea And y'all ain't met a good dude crooked as me,
I mean I love my God, I love my dog,
I love my fam Jottin' thoughts down,
I used to write with no hands It's almost a year now and school still
Not in my plans And I would explain myself
But y'all just won't understand Happy raps
Ayo Yo, lemme spit some bars real quick Um, okay Look,
I be feelin' faceless I hate the dark,
Sounds like I'm a racist I know that every rapper's finna hate this
Watch me murder everybody in the cypher I wish that I was
Kevin Gates but I be gettin' tired, spittin' through the wire '
Cause everyone wanna stop me from talkin' Even though I'm bombing and
Bossing every track I get on I continue ballin' and walkin' through
Every obstacle Dodging every pitfall and coffin They throw me under
The bus but I keep joggin' I'm a professional rapper Critics can keep
On passing up my mixtape in the hallways and the classrooms I never
Cared about anyone givin' me handshakes 'cause I stay dappin' Black
Sheep, you know I stay in the pasture I don't rap for the masses,
I rap 'cause everyone hates it and I'm laughin' They say don't put
All of your eggs in a basket I'm hatchin' plans with my team,
Shout out my mans Kevin Hackett It's OIF until
The ground shakes and God comes back What's up, yo
Woo!
Uh Yeah yeah, yeah They don't want us to have bigger pools than
Kanye Which is why I don't I have an
Average sized, above-ground pool Yeah