Im A Rapper by EarZen Lyrics
(Hook) I’m a rapper
I’m a rapper
Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after
12 new cars put a hundred on the dash
For the bitches in the back saying
“Fuck you Bastard”
(Verse 1) They say I rap too hard
Or I sound like him
Then I rap two bars
Say I sound like shit
Yeah you say what you want
But I found my niche
Cut the vocals off let’s see what you can really do then
Cause see back then it was all about how you was spitting
They was ripping you if you was in and started ripping writtens
Told you come on back when you ain’t talking bout shit in the kitchen
I was just a little white boy tryna fit in
Cause I’m an artist
I’m one of y’all
See look man I started wearing Calvin Klein drawers
I just got a hoopty from a guy at the mall
He said he's got a plug in the industry, said he’ll call but I doubt it cause
(Hook) I’m a rapper
I’m a rapper
Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after
12 new cars put a hundred on the dash
For the bitches in the back saying
“Fuck you Bastard”
(Verse 2) maybe I should be nice
Yeah it sounds nice right
That a dude like me wouldn’t make fun of dykes
That I could prolly write a verse without taking a life
Micah said I’m too hard on em
Give me the knife
Give me a pen and a pad
And I’ll start ripping that ass
Like I was Riley Reid, I’m blacked out
Dripping in cash
Like I was Adrian Peterson boy I’m ripping em fast
Popping right up on em like I dipped real quick but I’m back
But you saying that you got em
Bang bang oochie walla
My new found love could prolly make a hoochie holla
Yo I’m so damn cool, I don’t think I’ll break a dollar
If I did I want the quarters and I know you bitches got em
(Hook) I’m a rapper
I’m a rapper
Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after
12 new cars put a hundred on the dash
For the bitches in the back saying
“Fuck you Bastard”
I’m a rapper
Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after
12 new cars put a hundred on the dash
For the bitches in the back saying
“Fuck you Bastard”
(Verse 1) They say I rap too hard
Or I sound like him
Then I rap two bars
Say I sound like shit
Yeah you say what you want
But I found my niche
Cut the vocals off let’s see what you can really do then
Cause see back then it was all about how you was spitting
They was ripping you if you was in and started ripping writtens
Told you come on back when you ain’t talking bout shit in the kitchen
I was just a little white boy tryna fit in
Cause I’m an artist
I’m one of y’all
See look man I started wearing Calvin Klein drawers
I just got a hoopty from a guy at the mall
He said he's got a plug in the industry, said he’ll call but I doubt it cause
(Hook) I’m a rapper
I’m a rapper
Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after
12 new cars put a hundred on the dash
For the bitches in the back saying
“Fuck you Bastard”
(Verse 2) maybe I should be nice
Yeah it sounds nice right
That a dude like me wouldn’t make fun of dykes
That I could prolly write a verse without taking a life
Micah said I’m too hard on em
Give me the knife
Give me a pen and a pad
And I’ll start ripping that ass
Like I was Riley Reid, I’m blacked out
Dripping in cash
Like I was Adrian Peterson boy I’m ripping em fast
Popping right up on em like I dipped real quick but I’m back
But you saying that you got em
Bang bang oochie walla
My new found love could prolly make a hoochie holla
Yo I’m so damn cool, I don’t think I’ll break a dollar
If I did I want the quarters and I know you bitches got em
(Hook) I’m a rapper
I’m a rapper
Y’all got me thinking bout the shit that comes after
12 new cars put a hundred on the dash
For the bitches in the back saying
“Fuck you Bastard”