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Every Rapper Ever Lyrics - Artist : MacDonald, Tom
If a rapper looks like me, then chances are that I don't wanna hear it
I got tattoos on my face, but I don't mumble lyrics I hate to judge someone I've never met by their appearance But these rainbow-hair dummies fuckin' incoherent At least I cleaned my act up before I started rappin' Half these artists are still addicts, poppin' Xanax in they mansions I ain't comfortable with glorifyin' pills that I needed Or romanticizin' demons I already defeated I can't rap about the guns, drugs, booty and gangs I feel responsible for leadin' people into they graves I understand I can't abuse none of the power I'm given My influence could put a stupid kid into prison Rappers preach about respect, they only care about they checkbook Rappers just pretend 'bout givin' back and bein' helpful They don't care when things they said affect the kid who gets killed Your music left somebody dead, that's pretty disrespectful What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up Now it's "Shoot a gun, fuck a bitch, pop pills" It was Baby and 2Pac, then Eminem, Snoop Dogg Now it's lil' idiots and none of them real What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up The fans overdose and the rappers get killed Look stupid on TikTok, get Twitter and shit-talk All these little idiots and none of them real Every rapper ever wants a chain and to make mils Claim they really ballin' in they videos with fake bills Every fan on Instagram thinks everything they say's real These rappers cappin', they get paid bills They either sellin' you some liquor or they're sellin' you sex They're faker than a punch in WWF They claim they life is great, but I can see it, they stressed Leavin' a crib with security and bulletproof vests And all the asses in they videos are clever distractions Keep your eyes on the women and you forget 'bout the rapper The music fuckin' trash, but the booties get fatter And that's a substitute for havin' any actual talent Rappers preach about respect, they only care about they checkbook Music videos are just commercials, get your bread took Bought the clothes to make us cool, do drugs until we get hooked Go broke then overdose and die, that's pretty disrespectful What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up Now it's "Shoot a gun, fuck a bitch, pop pills" It was Baby and 2Pac, then Eminem, Snoop Dogg Now it's lil' idiots and none of them real What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up The fans overdose and the rappers get killed Look stupid on TikTok, get Twitter and shit-talk All these little idiots and none of them real Every rapper ever wants a house and a car They want your money, they don't care 'bout what your messages are Every rapper ever wants a grill and a chain They want your money, they don't care if they put you in a grave The culture we grew up on came from hardship and passion But now it's like a sideshow attraction My worst fear is havin' kids and tryna give 'em an answer When they ask me "Dad, when I grow up, can I be a rapper?" What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up Now it's "Shoot a gun, fuck a bitch, pop pills" It was Baby and 2Pac, then Eminem, Snoop Dogg Now it's lil' idiots and none of them real What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up The fans overdose and the rappers get killed Look stupid on TikTok, get Twitter and shit-talk All these little idiots and none of them real |
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