SonReal - Shits Epic lyrics

rate me

I write sounds,

Don't write for the hype

Don't write for the light type buns

I drop bombs

And I ain't stopping 'till I'm

I'm copping what I'm wanting, motherfucker,

Here we go!

Y'all know my speed low hero

Save my city from them cheese oh be ro

Hommie, I'm singing my ass off like I'm J-Lo

Ladi dadi dadi bitches wanna party

But my I'm pulling the kool aids

Keep on spitting, shit retarded

I don't rap about you nerds

I don't rap about Bugattiz

I don't rap about rapping circles

My rappers are body body

Do it for the fans, don't d it for the shine

Don't do it for the obs, I'll do it for the grind

I do it for the mamma, don't do it for the time, now

You can never really say when I'm in my prime rim

Lobbidy labs don't mean a lot,

When I'm diggidie dancing y'all seem to pop

Without them you'd probably wouldn't be a lot

Just a normal ass kid who dream a lot

Fuck boys, don't see a lot

Keep telling me that I don't keep a G a lot

'Cause I don't talk about giving girls D a lot

I guess being myself is who I be a lot

What is real, what is real, what is real,

I don't know, I guess before I leave,

There's something you gon'feel

WOOOOOOOOO

I say, I say, yeah, I say

Shit's epic, shit's epoc

This dream I believe in

I guess I had no reasons

Pick it up

I ain't pick it up

Want to live it really but I never live it up

Mather of fact, I've been thinking about gotta give it up

But my hommie tell me that I'm realy ill as fuck

So I wrote the hook down

Barely look down

All it took now

Was a good sound

Write the verse and layed it down

And when I layed her down I just played her loud

Like

Everything you ever wanted, you can have it

That right there, is why I do this

I was gonna be the coolest!

Now, motherfucker, I'm gonna be the ... man

I wake up in the morning, I ain't gotta be a different body

Why is be a knife on, why you have a Nike on?

Wrap it in my face with the flash of the light on

Number one to give a writer something to bite on

Say cheese for the cameraman

You know Sprout number one grammar man

The guy hits like RMZ Rhambaland

Womanized, now I wanna make my grandma see a Grammy, man

Hey, exit exit, don't read the text, the performance's better

Go check the song, get your critique on