100 Grand - Dracula lyrics

rate me

I’m the last of a dying breed

I’m about to sink my fangs in a rap game

Dracula, drag the rappers off the booth ragged as fuck

They are gone, acting up the speed, co-hate and rate this shit with a jack of honor

Come alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula

They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that

I’m gonna come up like I’m holding my dick to the ceiling

Jacking off, don’t get along with rappers, am I wrong?

I don’t wanna do a feature or hop on your song

I’ll probably spit in your face and tell you go fuck off

I’m ticked off, my dick’s off, can’t get this shit hard

Is this the part where I go mayhem on Rick Ross?

I’ve done it before so why wouldn’t I do it now?

And the fact that I ain’t on I probably could do it more

I don’t even need a push, ton of fluid, y’all fluid

Don’t force a label or my signature, I’ll forget it

Fuck it, I forfeit, I’m foolish, I forget

The rap for the money, make it on the Forbes list

I rap for the art but forward ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

These crackers just crack me up, Jimmy crack called Big Crack

Killed Jimmy if not, ‘fore Illuminati reach me I hope I reach the top

Heard they got big, got mic, got pot loads, pun lords, elbows

Pick, where’s the lock lost?

I’m the last of a dying breed

I’m about to sink my fangs in a rap game

Dracula, drag the rappers off the booth ragged as fuck

They are gone, acting up the speed, co-hate and rate this shit with a jack of honor

Come alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula

They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that

I know I’m alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula

They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that

I’m just speaking and preaching a good word

They got it backwards, I’m no backpacker

Talk about God, you’re labeled a Christian rapper

Guess I got a curse, while out we get ratchet

Start packing this sweet gear to crackers because I’m black, man

And I’m labeled as a thug, so what, I’m two packing

Name another rapper who spit with this passion

He just has been, past tense, pass him to pack a new port

It is hard to act passive, like a man manage, track this out of a Catholic

When we spaz out we spazing to get you left there

I’m in the same boat as Cat Williams and cash stash

All they do is test op, praying to the rap God

Like please sent Machiavelli back, bed talk

Blasphemy had to use your name just to spread luck

Probably why when I make I’m not gonna have no allies

Just a bunch of enemies, say hello to the bad guy

Scarface, see why, two mack, speed dives

Never catch me slacking, all I rock is Levis

All I need is one mic I’m sensei like not

Rappers so minor like the forty niners

Please don’t gas me, I’m no cipher, boy got balls like he from Rikers

He just won’t change, no, not diapers

I’m the last of a dying breed

I’m about to sink my fangs in a rap game

Dracula, drag the rappers off the booth ragged as fuck

They are gone, acting up the speed, co-hate and rate this shit with a jack of honor

Come alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula

They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that

I know I’m alive in a booth in times I’m Dracula

They say the rap game like the crack game, imagine that