TheRAPy Lyrics

Outside throwing up the Southside

Headed to the Eastside bringing back the west side

My nigas get it cheap nah the backend the weak spot

The mail lady box is the G spot, free stock

When that hoe don't drop these weak nigas heart stop

I knock it out the park nah I was playing shortstop

Middle man ballin' out nigas can't call me out

I came up no change up with documentation

All this money on my mind got my thoughts on paper

Underrated an over hated I'm spitting no Copenhagen

Im dipping I got no patience the wisdom an knowledge

Gained from the losses can't be replaced, great'ful

But the hating just fuel the fire I put it through the wire

Music is therapeutic shit smack an I ain't chewing

Told me fuck with them I never fuck with them

Still with my cousin them Yea niga stuck with them

Started a franchise to occupy free time

Thuggin for life, All eyes on me time

Bang I'm a G sound when you need war thunder

I can take some money an turn your hood to a royal rumble

Tatted my story up marked like a warrior

Bar got them pressed I ain't go lawyer up

Trauma and abuse is part of what I'm a product of

So I tend to apologize when aint shit to be sorry for

My enemies partnered up I started going harder

Drove the cost up when the market crashed

I'm runnin' up the stash until my kids kids comfortable

Khaled got another one just tell him bring the bubble gum

All drip no condensation a niga ain't nervous I get a check

With no confrontation that's how your queen get taken

I don't need ventilation to be over your head

Bitch got a handicap sticker for slow head

Let her take back shots until she intoxicated

Then I liquor up licker lick her up

See when everything stressful and you don't feel successful

Live life, smoke weed an have sex more

Almost did life in a warehouse for 401k accounts

Slaving for wages an them paid vacation hours

Nigas be dick riding calling it networking

In tune without channel surfing or losing my self worth

Remember who said it first Yea I'm from the bottom

Where you got to keep a flame an make it sing Waka verses

Eye contact, got to feel what you see

Don't peep an nigas move in low key

Nigas must need father figures nigas got bitch ways

No bitch in my blood that's just what my mama raised

Whenever you player made it trump all they hoe ish ways

Players get chose bitch nigas throwing slangs

Dump with precision aim an dump on they bitches with

Zero fucks bout they feelings cuz they would not if it was different

Do it for my children an every niga that's with me

Wifey been thugging with me have it all when I get it

So fuck your prenup agreement because I know if I need it

For any reason niga I know she got me Aye when you solid

You cherished I promise you don't want problems cuz choppers

Will make fractions out your potnahs like they numeric

Be thinking they knew mary the way I'm identified