🎵 Rappr // by Patricia Taxxon

3 ContributorsRappr Lyrics [Chopped Vocals] How many niggas told me I was gonna fail? 'Cause I got a list of niggas that can go to Hell They feel like I owe 'em something 'cause they know me well Calling me a sellout cause I won't come back and smoke a L White shirt now red, my bloody nose Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes Creepin' around like no one knows Think you're so criminal Bruises on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type [Loop] He said "I hate to put obstacles right in front of you But you gotta learn to get out of what you're goin' through" Hurdles got jumped, mountains got climbed Til' Molly came and put a fuckin' wall up in my mind Now I'm in the crib trippin', complainin' and bitchin' That liqour go to hittin', I'm in here reminiscing How many niggas told me I was gonna fail? 'Cause I got a list of niggas that can go to Hell They feel like I owe 'em something 'cause they know me well Calling me a sellout cause I won't come back and smoke a L The same nigga that told me I had a hit Charged me $300 to put it up in his mix Now suicide lookin' better than hittin' the lick 'Cause the whole time they knew that I was livin' out my whip But now I see 'em, and I can't even take iit Cause he walk up to me and say: "Boy, I knew you was gon' make it" And like, "Motherfucker, do you not just recall? I needed help, and you just left me sittin' on my balls" That just wasn't the right life So I told him bullshit, to have a nice life And all them girls yellin' at me from in front of the moon Like nigga, how you just gonna go and get a white wife? Fuck you bitches, I did what I did Now, I'm running round my mansion doing shit with my kids But now, maybe my life is too sweet Like I woke up in that Bugatti and went right back to sleep Deep, I was dreaming, y'all niggas was scheming Like crabs up in the bucket, but y'all just got defeated And all these bitches, all just want my semen The star collecting checks and ball up in the season But ain't nobody give a fuck when ain't nobody give a fuck Now, they got they hand out, asking me to give it up And every time they ask me for something They say, "Now, you know that I ain't never asked you for nothin'" I got loss, I got loss Credit cards got swiped, money got tossed Hundred after hundred, dollar after dollar Drinking every kind of liquor, then that Molly got swallowed