[Verse 1]
Everybody ask what I rap for
I'ma show em' what I rap for
Man I gotta keep up with the cash flow, so I stay putting out shit like a asshole
I've been working way past bedtime, having bad luck like a cracked spine
I'm like a du-rag with my rap mind, gimme time and I promise I'll make headlines
Haters just stay around me, always talk shit but won't say it loudly
Actin' hood but we know they ain't bout it, talk big but end up out cold, no rousey
I ain't really with that, now everybody gets mad when I spit facts
I work hard to avoid any mishaps, so if it ain't perfect I'ma get mad
Yeah, 7-3-2 is what I rep, I feast on these beats, I digest
Every sound of me leech, shit I give my best and the best what I'll be homie U got next
I got, I got bars like a cell, I ain't talkin 'bout no phones
Shit I'm talkin' 'bout a jail, both works you can choose what you want
To make songs I used to pay to do it, cause I didn't know how it worked
Now I make straight wavy music, still don't know how to surf
Words to me like a jungle gym, and I be playin' on 'em like 100 kids
Now shit I don't really think you understand, I'm the fuckin' man
I be leavin' greats shook, AI to MJ
I'm blockin' out bad like my name dikembe
They talk shit now but they won't in 10 days, I'm tryin' to grind hard so my ass can get paid
Listen close every song's a message, 'cause I rap real shit they say I don't get it
I'm too hot for your headphone jack, and now I get it
That's the reason everybody coppin' iPhone 7's, look
And when I came back rappin' every dude who wussed out had came back dappin' me up
Tryin' to be tough that fast, I just laugh and sit back try to act natural but
Shit changed it's different and man it's quite sickenin'
But thank god I was raised with discipline cause right now I could be a different man
Everybody ask what I rap for
I'ma show em' what I rap for
Man I gotta keep up with the cash flow, so I stay putting out shit like a asshole
I've been working way past bedtime, having bad luck like a cracked spine
I'm like a du-rag with my rap mind, gimme time and I promise I'll make headlines
Haters just stay around me, always talk shit but won't say it loudly
Actin' hood but we know they ain't bout it, talk big but end up out cold, no rousey
I ain't really with that, now everybody gets mad when I spit facts
I work hard to avoid any mishaps, so if it ain't perfect I'ma get mad
Yeah, 7-3-2 is what I rep, I feast on these beats, I digest
Every sound of me leech, shit I give my best and the best what I'll be homie U got next
I got, I got bars like a cell, I ain't talkin 'bout no phones
Shit I'm talkin' 'bout a jail, both works you can choose what you want
To make songs I used to pay to do it, cause I didn't know how it worked
Now I make straight wavy music, still don't know how to surf
Words to me like a jungle gym, and I be playin' on 'em like 100 kids
Now shit I don't really think you understand, I'm the fuckin' man
I be leavin' greats shook, AI to MJ
I'm blockin' out bad like my name dikembe
They talk shit now but they won't in 10 days, I'm tryin' to grind hard so my ass can get paid
Listen close every song's a message, 'cause I rap real shit they say I don't get it
I'm too hot for your headphone jack, and now I get it
That's the reason everybody coppin' iPhone 7's, look
And when I came back rappin' every dude who wussed out had came back dappin' me up
Tryin' to be tough that fast, I just laugh and sit back try to act natural but
Shit changed it's different and man it's quite sickenin'
But thank god I was raised with discipline cause right now I could be a different man
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