Not A Rapper (feat. Lil Baby & Yo Gotti) - 42 Dugg & EST Gee

Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah, oh Ah-ah, oh Ayy, yeah Hey, hey I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Young king, you just gotta stay focused On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless I done been through what you been through, why you moping? Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none' I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over Death before dishonor, that's just how I live I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losing my mind Don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard about me Don't believe the media, nigga You know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up But they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves about it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look) I just lost one of my dogs (Damn) They post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was gramming Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of capping When you put in some work I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house That's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumping in with them drakes Nigga, look how we moving Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beep

Yeah Approach me right, nigga Gang, L Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud New Mike's three-fifty, new yeezy boots two thous I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I'm paid for Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk Four Cuban links, that's a quarter mil', thats the Money Walk Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell em let the Money talk I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain't about Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account Millionaire status, billionaire focus Got a plug in the yay', I got bricks in a Focus I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can't stop it nigga Whenever we talk about money, mention me I'm the topic I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit [?] I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna' digest the hate I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk

...yea this some personal shit here nigga! I'ma take it there... You can kiss her, You can hug her You can tell her that you love her to her face bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg You can lick her, You can stick her You can give it to her right all nite bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg You can like her you can wife her You can get married and fight her all nite bro' But that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg Said, that bitch ain't yo bitch dawg I'm the same nigga off tha chain nigga I get's paid to giving game to lame niggaz I learned early way back in my younger days Following my heart I fell in love at seventh grade Late nite on the phone quality time king Malco movie screens she was my queen We was everything and I was so faithful Fucked my homeboys and that was so hateful I thought taped her In denial and didn't wanna believe in the truth Man but they taped her Made me strong so I can live with that So I gotta thank that Andrea for that How many real niggaz can stand up and tell the truth Lay it all on the line when they step in the booth Not that many pimpin' close to any pimpin' That boy Gotti a fool that's why I'm winning pimpin' Nineteen-nintey-six I was moving bricks Opened my heart back up and got another bitch I changed that hoe life I copped that hoe ice I showed that hoe wrong I taught that hoe right And she was ride or die I seen her smile and cry I sent that hoe to school I made her work nine to five They kicked my door in they shot my bitch up The cut my whole head they stole my white stuff But she was still there cause she did not care She's a soulja man she was so real I asked her one day do you know dude there She said hell naw man she said she swear Poseda been out of town I popped up in my home Man it' was going down And I ain't no damn fool And it was clear to see she was fuckin the enemy She made me strong and cold-hearted for that Man I gotta thank Ranarda for that

抱歉我不是個饒舌歌手 不常party也不太愛social 抱歉我不是個饒舌歌手 不能給妳愛的蛋堡還有熱狗 不常party也不太愛social 但我吉他其實彈的還算不錯 Kissing my tattoos留下了IG 覺得我太酷會讓人外遇 But I tryna to take you home 妳說抱歉帥哥妳只愛饒舌歌手 塗指甲油穿著窄褲不撐傘的態度 在路上都會被警察逮捕 I realize走得太快風格太帥 簡直把儒家思想的風氣敗壞 只怪我生錯年代 90的時代我就是你媽的天菜 想脫掉妳的肩帶 妳要我先把那該死的fender變賣 KTV唱著饒舌 看著大家開著跑車 所有美眉覺得好熱 我像時代的眼淚 負能量就像是免費 活在永遠回不去的甜美 抱歉我不是個饒舌歌手 不能給妳愛的蛋堡還有熱狗 不常party也不太愛social 但我吉他其實彈的還算不錯 Kissing my tattoos留下了IG 覺得我太酷會讓人外遇 But I tryna to take you home 妳說抱歉帥哥妳只愛饒舌歌手 我想欲做你的阿娜答你甘知影 Get some new tattoos Cover up my scars I can't feel my face But I feel my heart Yeah it beats for you And I know this game I will scream for you As you slip away 抱歉我不是個饒舌歌手 不能給妳愛的蛋堡還有熱狗 不常party也不太愛social 但我吉他其實彈的還算不錯 Kissing my tattoos留下了IG 覺得我太酷會讓人外遇 But I tryna to take you home 妳說抱歉帥哥妳只愛饒舌歌手 心愛的請你返來我的身邊

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)