No Talent Rappers Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Cutty Mack & Juan)

[Intro: Juan]
Whoo! Whattup Billy Nix?
Yeah, it's your man Juan!
Yeah (yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh) Street Lord Mafia
It's your man Juan, "The Real Me"
Go get that, in stores everywhere
This a monster kid (yeah) whattup Kino?
"No, talent, rappers!" - KRS-One, repeat 4X
Whattup Bo? Yeah, yeah, spit sixteen
Yeah, alright.. yeah

[Verse 1: Juan]
I fell in love with hip-hop, I wanna rap cousin
That's when he gave me a brick, told me wrap some'n
Crack some'n, act some'n, pack some'n, stack some'n
Gat some'n, back stuntin, don't make me clap some'n
I tell niggas once, then I'm back bustin
Gats dumpin, that's nothin, pass me the bag young'n
I beat niggas bloody - weak niggas swear they thugs
'til they mugs full of blood, they say J nutty
We never rock bottom, I'm on the block whylin
Flock niggas stock pilin, squads out the drop clownin
On my 7-digit, bitch you will never get it
Spittin like that, I'm in the kitchen writin raps
With the cheddar sittin, by the Glocks and the grams
And the box of seran, in the bakin soda vision
Where pots and the pans, rockin a slab
Niggas swear they the shit 'til they rottin in a bag