JustProject - Rap Shit, Vol. 2

I'm sharper than four knives Stronger than four guys
More soulful than four lives I drop in the cold ice
You sippin' on Coors Light and shit I came to party
I'm just tryin' to feel alive and shit These fuckin' bitches are just killin
My whole vibe and shit And I ain't fuckin' with that grindin
Come and ride my shit, hoe Wait, look, let me explain myself
When I get both drunk and high I can't contain myself
So if you caught it in my recents I promise I got my reasons
She told me her pussy leakin' so she came for help
And for the rappers who would ever think bout fuckin' with me
Lyrically I promise that you fucks got nothin' on me
And physically you can just test it if you pull up on the block
But if you do, I promise that I will have somethin' on me
See, I don't play too much off that playground shit
If that mood swing hits, I don't slide in shit
I need Ace right away, we in the jungle gym
Carry you to victory, wait, I don't comprehend
You said that I could never do it, now I'm dummy
For that chimp on your shoulder got you bananas, that's a monkey bar
I know that hella other artists feel the same way
But goddammit, I can feel that I've been on to somethin
Man, you talkin' shit, I'll drop a track on that same day
Steady rock your dome and leave you thinkin' you fell off or somethin
Man, you got a problem, buddy? Shit, well, let's not get bloody
Just drop a track and we can see who all the people lovin
And I ain't fuckin' with a stupid five-face-ass rapper
Hot beat, wack flow, no taste-ass rapper
It don't mean that you fly when they say plain-ass rapper
No brain-ass rapper, probably stab your brother's back
for sone pay-ass rapper, shit
And I don't brag, but I'm a great-ass rapper
Look, fuck what you say, you just a lame-ass rapper
Talkin' about drivin' cars and poppin' a few pills
And takin' off bitches' bras and people you won't kill
When aiming down in your optics is somethin' you do in COD
Like that's probably your only option, shit
But always online talkin' hard as shit
Man, some of you need to get off of my dick
Pardon my quick hit back, you know these bars kick back
Despite my pigment, this ill shit is in my pants
Sorry, I do mean genes
Listen, I'm losin' sleep for stupid things
Old problems could be fixed with some newer things
It's kinda crazy when I'm thinkin' about it
Only a couple weeks in, had me singin' about it
And now it's moved into the months and now I'm dreamin' about it
Never attached to the dream, but damn, I'm dreamin' about it
I can't believe how this soundin'
I murder trees when I'm doubting
But that's just waitin' for the day you heard of me and my album
But they appeal to the fad shit
And fuck the real, give em' fake, they like plastic
And you can't rap unless you drip, just a tad bit
And fuck the bars, let me see if you got fashion
They say I'd be a savage if I fucked that bad bitch, shit
Got me curvin' every hoe I see as average, huh
I ain't a player, but I can ball like a maverick
She says it's cool, but I know this and she can't stand it
I knew that she wouldn't have it, there's really no point in askin
Look, we can do this, I just need to feel your passion
You ain't no temporary, I can promise that quick
Yeah, I noticed your past, just keep it goin' fast
And keep on kickin' that ass, you the definition of bad bitch
The definition of bad bitch
You the definition of bad bitch
Yeah, I noticed your past, just keep it goin' fast
And keep on kickin' that ass, you the definition of bad bitch

Written by:
Edward Inzunza

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