NanooKidd - White Boi Nanoo

(Ringing, please leave your message for…BEEP)
Yooo
Wassgood bro, it’s Cris man, look
I send you some beats bro, do what you do bro
Let em’ know wassup, I’m out
Yo Nanoo, you needa snap on this beat bruh
Yo, snap on this bruh
I got this like I got this bruh like
You needa, you got this, you sure
You needa relax yourself, I got this
When I say I can snap like literally I can go all out
Yea, White Boi Nanoo, nigga flew the scene
I don’t care what you do, nigga trynna be me
Yea, White Boi Nanoo, nigga flew the scene
I don’t care what you do, nigga trynna be me (Yeah)
I’m the type to par-t-y, go crazy
Ain’t the type to apologize
Staying up all night like the energizer
Living thru this rap game, showing all that I’m not afraid
Dealing with my haters, they mad cuz they trynna to be me, trynna to be me
Keeping my life on the low, traveling to place that we know
California baby, rich state, gotta be the big person
Man up to the plate, I don’t care if I’m running late
I’ll be the next missing person, gotta plead innocent, not guilty
Judge knows me, this is hard for me, yeah
Mother don’t accept her daughter sexuality
Few moments later, she’s coming to me
Asking for help, crying like she can’t do this anymore
I pray to the lord, support her
That’s my homegirl, showing her that we gotta be strong
Parents doing something wrong, what’s going on
NanooKidd talk about yo life instead of others
Oh, this is how we working in the rap game now
I’m telling you what I found out, guessing I’m wrong
Don’t like my songs, music trash, quit the rap
People keep telling me that all my music is lit like really
Nanoo got the fans going crazy, understand his music
Understand what he’s been thru, what he sees
Don’t see me like I see J. Cole, the G.O.A.T
Wanna be like Kodak Black, “let me drive the B.O.A.T”
Nigga’s rapping like we in a contest, trying to be the best, give it a rest
This a test, doing mathematics, doing trigonometry like your life a static
Drop the mic, battle rapping like we in 8 mile
Sitting at the office like we getting your file, signing record deals
Nigga’s trying to steal my shine, rightfully mine
Who lied when the other person died
Nigga’s really trynna kill me, don’t see me, who really trynna be me (yeah)

Written by:
Kevin Lora

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