Deeper Than Rap - 5150 Sosa

As a look in the mirror, takin' this fucking selfie I'm tired of helpin' niggas, who gonna help me? Fine bringin' in the bag, how we gonna eat? What type of species is that? A fucking leech I need help myself, I gotta call myself Can't lean on nobody else, I gotta fall on myself Self, self, self, self, self, self This all I got but all I hear is help (help) Since a youngin' I been getting used to sex, money, and guns Bitches wanna fuck who they want because I been number one Use me for the dick because they love fuckin' a blood Her ex was a Crip she fuckin' me just because Tequila I drink, the deeper I think, 'bout people I meet Slow down on the drink, bitch I'm from the street You on the outside lookin' in, tell me what you see (shh) You look on and rich as fuck to me Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deep Ayy, what you know about the homie fucking on the homie bitch And we all from the same clique, that ain't no homie shit Ayy but I'm a real homie to the homies (to the homies) I'm passin' out choppers and big .40's You say you a street nigga, you gotta be on some street shit 'Cause soon as you stop, niggas gonna try to sneak diss But fuck that, that's why I keep the heat tucked by the seat bitch To my last day, I'm forever on some Tree shit Gang bang politics, turn me into a politician The way I move boss shit now, niggas think I'm actin' different Come to me you better come correct Don't come to me mixin' up stories like you DJ Skrillex I'm trippin', I got anxiety, mental problems I don't like that rap nigga, I told the homies to rob him Instead of Box Stanley, fuck it, I don't give a fuck You judgin' me on one verse, in real life I'm sicker, bruh Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deep I got a daughter now I'm, barely around Ahh, that shit fuck with me She gonna understand 'cause I'm gettin' money Did I choose this life? Shit, I don't know But fuck it, it's life now, and it's just how it goes Put her in a good school, make sure she in honor roll What you gonna do when you on tour? Bring her to the safest shows I'm dangerous, I know I live by the gang code I'm dangerous, I know I'm in love with stank hoes When I say stank hoes, I don't mean stank I mean the ones that fuck the first date, dick all in they face Told my granny I don't know if I'm really Christian, I really did Just don't know whose story to believe, the Muslims, yours, or his They told me to talk to a therapist and I did But that don't change the crazy shit I do, did, and lived Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deep

Okay, yeah Shit deeper than rap, yeah I done seen a lot of niggas fall off Tryna play with the trap, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah, COUPE) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah) I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna Play with that trap, yeah (With that strap) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap) You keep a strap, yeah (Keep a strap) You bust somebody You know you better not say nothin', might get locked up (Yeah) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap) Your bitch done fucked your partners so You mad about it, don't have no fit about it Just go fuck another bitch (Yeah) This shit deeper than rap, yeah (Deeper than rap) Gotta make money, them hoes gon' ask for it When you got them drugs A country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (Yeah) Shit deeper than rap Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap Talk about robbin', buddy, that's a wrap And this right here no rap cap (Yeah) I'm known by this shit, keep big straps (Yeah) I'm posted in the hood with your bitch on my lap (Yeah) I fold these pussy niggas just like a napkin Niggas know what's happenin', yeah I'm a Blood, you a Blood, nigga know what's brackin' Set trip, man, you know I get to smashin' Real right nigga, niggas know what's happenin' Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic I'm gettin' money, broke niggas not havin' You talking 'bout beef, you got me laughin' I be gettin' money, that is a habit Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play) Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play We just like the Wesson, you know how we spray If I was cowboy, then make me a K I'm just like John Wick with that shit, I don't play I don't need no nigga 'round me, I'ma spray I been playin' with guns since I was like eight I got my first gun when I was thirteen I fell in love with the Glock, added a beam I got a lot of money, stick to my team I got it, didn't stop, what the fuck do they mean? They say that they fuck with our cap on the scene You play with us, nigga, we murder your scene And yellow tape surrounding you and your team I'm Majin Buu with the smoke, I blow the steam You know I'm Big Slime, I wipe your nose clean Finesse him out the money, sell him a dream I sold him some sugar, he thought it was clean You should've checked the pack before that you leave Now I'm splittin' that money with my team Everybody eat, gotta feed the team I got the white bitch, I got the cream Long time comin', this shit was a dream Big dawg, nigga, like Martin Luther King Raise my hand, they listen to me I feel like Malcom X when I got heat I'm not Muslim, but it's fuck the police Fuck them crackers, hope them motherfuckers see That I came out a real nigga, and a bitch nigga, I can't be And you know I bang big B My pockets fillin' up with big C's (Big blue C) I am a shark in the water, jump in this bitch and I gotta eat (I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta eat, yeah