More Than Rap ft. L.Y. Lyrics

Young Nat, baby

Yeah

Beezy, baby

You know why we finally got one together, boy

Sometimes you just wanna listen

Listen up

Listen up

Listen up

Real rap

Real rap

Real rap

Yeah

Yeah

You didn't know about that

Yeah

Yeah, Beezy

Got back on my grind, ain't far from the trap

Ever since that trip, OT, it's been more than rap

Weekly conference calls, discussing major moves

Only rolling with a crew of niggas that ain't paid some dues

Realized from the beginning I've been different

Long talks with my mama, she the only one that listens

That was 20 plus years in the past

You can never solve a problem at the bottom of a glass

So I stuff a raw cone and get high by myself

Hit up Highstone, get some juices for my health

See the world different, appreciating my breath

Lay my sister to rest and I won't settle for less

The money gon' come, but the peace worth more

The only way to see some peace, you gotta take em to war

Had to cut some niggas off and kick em out my door

Never make yourself accessible cause money on the floor

When I was little, dreamed of covers on the sauce

Black tux, red carpet, burn rubber in the Porsche

Either that or hoop dreams, Ben Wallace on the court

But the shit the streets taught me, you couldn't learn it in the course

You can call me what you want, but just know I'm getting cabbage

Green books with blue stripes, like Milwaukee in the magic

Copping by the O, vacuum sealed in the plastic

Just know, without L, you couldn't even spell classic

You shouldn't have to say it if you a motherfucking real one

Y'all beefing with y'all ops, I'll fuck around and kill one

That kind of talk is probably what y'all rather

I'm blacking out with Tim Black, oh yeah, black lives matter

Ironic, I'm something mean and I'm something nice

Iconic, I'm Kobe Bean when I touch a mic

See, we ain't much alike

I got a couple racks here and there

Like a garage with a bunch of bikes

Real rap, you ain't mean it while you saying that

You need a quarter meal to think about where I'm staying at

To some people, that ain't even a lot

From the mud to probably the most expensive house on the block

Facts, tell my pops, yeah, look at me now

Man, this shit ain't been the same since you got put in the ground

Swear, stay looking up, just hope that he looking down

And I hope he hear me torching these clowns

You son of a beast

I can't wait to play this back Bonfire Tuesday, bro

Dirty Ray, what up

Beezy, what up, doe

Damn