I heard a lot say i sound like their favorite rapper Lyrics

I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper

That song you put out is trash, go put in the crapper

Wasn't out on vacation, I was on my feet more than a reverend or a fuckin' pastor

On my marlon craft shit, you gotta do the work

Niggas would just sit and just hope for the government

Would provide them for another stimulus

Since I'm the new boy I can sense that your a fuckin jerk

Poor niggas would rely to poor habits

And wouldn't change for the better and that's a known factor

It's either follow the mainstream or chase your dream

I know I have great talent I should have been an actor

I thought the plan was get rich not go bankrupt

Bank account stay fatter than Professor Klump

I don't like the artificial world gotta go against the grain, shout-out to Kurupt

Pussy ass niggas be hating, they waiting for me to fall off and that is a no

I hate how people don't show the support that you need until your progress does show

I don't rock prada, my outfit is FUBU

Niggas stay watching me as if I'm HULU

I get the bag like the mufuckin Migos

I make great hits as if I were the eagles

I was out making my path

If you try to stop me, you will feel my wrath

I fucked yo bitch, she got big tits like New-New

She she my boner and thought I ate blue chew

If you don't want her, I'll take her from you and show her

what real niggas should do and I

I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper

That song you put out is trash, go put it in the crapper

Real men don't exist in hip-hop

Shout-out to KRS, a real one in the music

Still haven't signed to a label cuz if I fall under pressure

I'll be in a three-dimensional-cubic

I don't brag, like nike I just fuckin' do it

You depend on your handouts, cuz your a fuckin' rookie

I learned how to get it on my own and thrive, while your crumble under pressure like a mufuckin' cookie

I'm like a cat, cuz I always land on my feet

I heard the older the better, that juice shall be real sweet

I kicked yo bitch to the curb because she's for the streets

You know she hoe-ish, if she let you fuck on dirty sheets

And dirty sheets means: inside another niggas home

But could you really stay quiet about it like a gnome

Can't stay with you unless you keep you legs to me, so like Ne-Yo

I gotta leave you alone

I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper

That song you put out is trash, go put it in the crapper

I seen you here for a year, topping charts

Where your new music at and how the fuck did you fall off after?

All that money had you feel like you'd be number 1

Until that merch doesn't sell and now your on the run

To have more money to be back on the rise again

But by the time you have that cash they'll be gone my friend

You shouldn't have signed that paper when they gave you the pen

Because the contract of the label is a loose end

Like if you gamble, it's too lose and it's not to win

And once they let you in that bitch, welcome to the den

I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper

But I don't get that many plays like they do on Napster

I could fuck her real deep, you just fuck her faster

And she loves to ride the dick like a tractor

Thick women love my songs, they replay my tracks

Fuck putting it at low the volume's at the max

We too high in this bitch, zooted off the wax

Pussy nigga, talkin' shit and you'll get smoked like black's

I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper

That song you put out is trash, go put it in the crapper

I heard a lot say I sound like their favorite rapper

That song you put out is trash, go put it in the crapper