Not a Rapper - Z-Ro

I’m not a rapper

Broke in real life but you’re stuntin' for the gram

I’m not a rapper

Actin' like that’s yours but that’s for your man

I’m not a rapper

You say you’re from the hood, they don’t even know you’re name

I’m not a rapper

We know you got a job tellin' us you slangin' 'cane, uh

In they song line, tellin' us what they ain’t got

Extra friendly but just tellin' us 'bout who they shot

They ain’t respected in the streets at all, they just hot

They say this, they say that, but uh, they just not

How can you go to sleep a busta, but wake up a real nigga (What)

You ain’t real just 'cause you got somebody real wit' ya (What)

So I’m a bitch on Instagram, in person though, you must forgot

Make me turn into the ol' Ro and call you bustas out

«Where my verse at homie,» that’s what ya said, huh

Scared if we on the same song, you gonna innovate huh

If I said then I meant it, I’m gonna make it happen

Just 'cause your head bobbin' and I’m rappin' don’t mean

I’m a rapper

Broke in real life but you’re stuntin' for the gram

I’m not a rapper

Actin' like that’s yours but ya know that’s for your man

I’m not a rapper

You say you’re from the hood, they don’t even know you’re name

I’m not a rapper

We know you got a job tellin' us you slangin' 'cane

Oh you ballin' but while you rape, got them paper plates

Ain’t nothin' wrong with claimin' you delta 88 (For real though)

Say my nigga who give a fuck, what a hater say (For real though)

Me, myself, you know I love makin' them haters hate (For real though)

But you’s a cold blooded killer, killin' everything

Cops pull you over, before they ask you tell 'em everything (Ha-ha)

Just a pussy ass nigga, ain’t gon' ever change

Real nigga, the real, real niggas ain’t gon' ever claim

Mr. Lee ain’t you my homie, I thought you was (Bitch!)

Now you can hit my own button, I’m about to off you cuz

Slim Thug let you make it, he the bigger man

Steal from me, I will knock out my nigga man, bitch

I’m not a rapper

Broke in real life but you’re stuntin' for the gram

I’m not a rapper

Actin' like that’s yours but ya know that’s for your man

I’m not a rapper

You say you’re from the hood, they don’t even know you’re name

I’m not a rapper

We know you got a job tellin' us you slangin' 'cane

Shit, look like he got a panty line up in that motherfucker

Pants so tight, he think he finer than a motherfucker (Fuck)

Act like he got a vagina in that motherfucker

House full of guys, ain’t no vagina in that motherfucker (Ha, ha, ha)

Dope video, at least a hundred weed packs

As soon as it’s over you gotta give the weed back (Sucka)

Luxury rentals outside like we need that

Quit actin' like ya ballin', give 'em people they keys back

Won’t go onstage 'cause you’ll see your beef on the front row

Me, I beat up my beef from the stage to the front doe

I’m an entertainer but don’t treat me like that

I’m still in the hood, I don’t be on TV like that

I’m not a rapper

Broke in real life but you’re stuntin' for the gram

I’m not a rapper

Actin' like that’s yours but ya know that’s for your man

I’m not a rapper

You say you’re from the hood, they don’t even know you’re name

I’m not a rapper

We know you got a job tellin' us you slangin' 'cane