[Intro] If you're in need of a ghost writer Not like me You choke up when you're in the cypher You're not like me If you're not constantly dropping fire You're not like me Naw naw dude, you're not like--
[Verse 1] See Web been big in the game like Shaq O'Neal Way before I even had no deal Tune to the broadcast in my Bat-Mobile And think; Damn, really this is the rap ya'll feel? The standard has gotten so low, I don't even know They sellin' out shows and rap about nothing So now every regular Joe Picks up the mic and they think they can flow "Wait, all I gotta do is get a couple tats and talk about ass And titties, and cash? Hmmm, that doesn't sound hard Ya know what man, I think i'm going to rap", fuck that They get a laptop with a pro tools pack, spit something' whack The next big smash Hit number one with the same old trash the last dude did And we call it rap What else can I do but say fuck it I'm really not mad at the rapper for making it But I get mad at the people who keep up the cycle Buy into this garbage on iTunes and pay for it So uhh, if you really wanna save hip-hop, better take your pick Either support what's real, or get used to the same old shit
[Hook] So many people trying to do it, I can't keep up with the names Just a bunch of carbon copies and they shit is all the same But regardless of how many other rappers in the game All I know is that I'll promise one thing They not like me They not like me They not like me They not like me They not like me
[Verse 2] No matter where the hands on the clock might be It's my time, so check up on your watch my G All I need is gym shorts and a stock white t, fuck swag I'm gonna show you why they not like me I've had it with rap, ya'll rappers are whack All that I'm hearing is stacking up cash, and strippers, and bottles, and fatness of ass Who's fucking buying this crap So I'm giving you all something new, the shit I do Ain't never been seen by a kid like you Inked up white dude with an attitude, hate on, I ain't mad at you But just check my shoes, Imma just do it, do what I do Making this music, drinking my booze, smoking my Buddha Shit i'm the truth, fuck all your rumors Fuck you all doing, really what happened Only a hand full of people are rappin' Nobody is worried about being dope on the mic They focusing more on their fashion Ya'll ain't no emcees yelling about that life, ya'll just frontin' So I've been sent here to remind you of something That there's-
[Hook] So many people trying to do it, I can't keep up with the names Just a bunch of carbon copies and they shit is all the same But regardless of how many other rappers in the game All I know is that I'll promise one thing They not like me They not like me They not like me They not like me They not like me
[Outro] They not like me (nannah, nannah) They not like me (nannah, nannah) They not like me (nannah, nannah) They not like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
