Big Sant - Rap Nigga lyrics

rate me

I rap, nigga, and I ain’t talking bout get give

I’m talking bout living nigga for spitting

Riddle my competition with ammunition a pistol could admit

Still enough to leave em missing, I’m suggesting that you listen

Closely, most folks is phoney, preaching like a homie

Lay the egg like you don’t know me

Throw your name in the middle like moaning over money

Think it’s funny till you find yourself crashing out with dummies

They asking for me to spit, I’m telling niggas to rap

Night of the living dead, I’m existant off maps

I don’t pickle with bitches or bitch ass niggas and fake

Wanna hang in Mississippi, I can give you some slack

Kicking chest from under other rap niggas you wet

I lay my game flat, you can have your spot back

Caught that ass slipping, now I’m swimming in your missus

Black and white repping… she suck it like the back of mind

And I ain’t even ask for it

I keep it at the bottom like my mac dashboard

Gonna keep the baby mama better hand her pass port her

To the closest safety …this real life extortion

With real life resorts, for trill minds of course

Dead conversations are pile up the courts

But I’m miles away from data stream,

That’s why I cooked up the first batch of bad luck for any bitch challenge me

Get too fat nigga, rap like an athlete

Hogging up lanes cause there ain’t no passing me

For real, say the wrong thing and get slapped

Who said niggas from the south can’t rap, bitch

Giving them words about the south we make them pay attention

Went from hell bottom now they everyday they mention

Yeah, and how these record labels trade positions

Moving in offices so they closer to the…

How that happen, all the credits from the rappers

Supposed to go to a nigga with the northern accent and a Yankees jacket

But niggas see now, tryina front you see now

Better believe we got the key now

For real, I mean on stage a nigga light up, on instrumental black out

Opening any songs can make your head line and back out

We’re celebrating achievements later talking what rap bout

I only … I won’t be pulling a black out

The little niggas in my city up and hold the mac out

Teaching them bout … they can tell you black out, black out, black out

…the always talk about somebody changing up the money up

I leave the game from the door I came in

Too many rap niggas lame so I speak the lamest

I speak my hieroglyphics no one decipher my pain

So what’s the point of me aiming

Yeah, you rappers praying say amen

And thank god for resisting in that ignorant lane

That I be letting you stay, for real.