
Typical Rapper Connor Price
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[Intro]
Look (Ay)
[Chorus]
I’m not a typical rapper (Nah)
I don’t got chains
I don’t got blang
That’s not the shit that I’m after (It’s not)
Yeah, look
I’m not a typical rapper (No)
All y’all predictable
Taking a page out the book, I’m a different chapter
[Verse 1]
Ay
What y’all expect me to look like? (Huh?)
Suge Knight? (Uh)
Look I don’t wanna fight, I’m a good guy (Yeah)
'Till I get up on the mic and I hook right (Right)
'Cause the punchlines tight and the hook right (Uh)
God damn, white boy got swag (Woo)
I don’t spend money I don’t blow that cash (No)
I’m just me, I don’t hold that back
Interview no mask, no Kodak Black (Yeah)
Look, I ain’t ever sold no crack (No)
I ain’t never hold no gat (Nah)
Only shots that I take is a photograph
Or a toast of Jack, I ain’t close to bad
I’m less street that a culdesac
Still bring heat when I flow on tracks
Y’all flow is whack, all balderdash
They asking me where the gold is at
I say, well, look
Look (Ay)
[Chorus]
I’m not a typical rapper (Nah)
I don’t got chains
I don’t got blang
That’s not the shit that I’m after (It’s not)
Yeah, look
I’m not a typical rapper (No)
All y’all predictable
Taking a page out the book, I’m a different chapter
[Verse 1]
Ay
What y’all expect me to look like? (Huh?)
Suge Knight? (Uh)
Look I don’t wanna fight, I’m a good guy (Yeah)
'Till I get up on the mic and I hook right (Right)
'Cause the punchlines tight and the hook right (Uh)
God damn, white boy got swag (Woo)
I don’t spend money I don’t blow that cash (No)
I’m just me, I don’t hold that back
Interview no mask, no Kodak Black (Yeah)
Look, I ain’t ever sold no crack (No)
I ain’t never hold no gat (Nah)
Only shots that I take is a photograph
Or a toast of Jack, I ain’t close to bad
I’m less street that a culdesac
Still bring heat when I flow on tracks
Y’all flow is whack, all balderdash
They asking me where the gold is at
I say, well, look
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