I’m Done Rapping

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah, Zwerega, you so icy) (Gary, what the fuck up?) [Chorus] I ain't gotta rap to make myself no money I know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to Kentucky Pockets bulgin' off the hustle, the rap money, it ain't nothin' Fuck rappin', I'm with the jackboys tryna catch a nigga stuntin', yeah I quit my bitch, I quit rappin', I quit everything I'm done tryna find some beats, I'm tryna buy some 'caine On the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane You let me tell it, I'm too real for this lil' rap game [Verse 1] Shit, I'd rather sell dope than spit a rhyme Niggas tellin' me I'm up next, I'm ready to skip the line You in thе streets and you ain't got twenty thousand, go get a job You evеr been to jail and had to choose the lawyer or the bond? Yeah, you ever seen them bullets break a nigga bones? You ever grew up with a nigga that gave him life and he never told? Fuck that, your dog ever took a shot and ain't make it home? You ever came back with fifty thousand cash off the road, nigga? I ain't think so Paranoid inside the trap, I got the pistol at the peephole Pillow talkin' to a bitch, you'd probably tell on all your people Look, I'm a gangster, we can shoot it out or fight soon as I see you (Nigga) I'm really him, that's why they named me after a gun When that money get involved, niggas be runnin' out of love Million in cash, would you kill for that shit? Nigga, duh I can tell how you actin', you ain't never seen no blood [?] so bitch, I see you in the strip, might throw some ones at you Actin' like y'all catchin' bodies, niggas love cappin' I'm frontline when it be smoke, the middle with the action And I can't deal with ho shit, that's why I'm done rappin' [Interlude] [?] with a team? What team? No-no, no, what I'm gon' do is I'm gonna look out for myself [Verse 2] I'd probably never make it rappin', but I got some other skills that's gon' pay the bills Treatin' niggas like my son, I feel like Paid Will After this last tape, I'm done, Boom take the wheel, yeah Free Lil Red, he got three, that nigga took the deal Before rappin', we was chillin' on the block Now we out the way, you couldn't pull up if you had the drop I'm tryna go back to the trap, fuck rappin', I'd probably stop But then again, I'd probably don't, 'cause if I do, I'm like my pops Yeah, these niggas lame and broke and dumb It ain't shit for me to go and get a bucket, and-one This shit be bad when you ain't out here with no funds, ain't no fun And when them guns start goin' off and you ain't got one, nigga, run [Chorus] I ain't gotta rap to make myself no money I know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to Kentucky Pockets bulgin' off the hustle, the rap money, it ain't nothin' Fuck rappin', I'm with the jackboys tryna catch a nigga stuntin', yeah I quit my bitch, I quit rappin', I quit everything I'm done tryna find some beats, I'm tryna buy some 'caine On the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane You let me tell it, I'm too real for this lil' rap game