Real Rap

作曲：Lil Wayne

作词：Lil Wayne

Call this one

Real rap

Because this rap is real

You know

I hope you ain't too tired to cry

And I hope you know you ain't never too loud with that

Listen

I grew up with a people calling people

Owners think we slinging but we just got beefers on us

Grinding all day like we got sleepings on you

Living like the video is right

The treatment on us

Stuck in the hood like they poor seeming on us

Ghetto birds still shitting on us

Government still quitting on us

Lost a few homies and the grief still sitting on us

So we got their names written on us

White folks still spitting on us

And them ** ** police cannons

Teach still gripping on us

Boogie smoke ashes still getting on this

Older ** still hitting on us

I remember well beezy roller l

Beezy ain't here

Where's beezy a

Busy got killed

And now it's my **

I go way back with my **

But I know that's how I happen my **

** is much deepputting this rap in my **

But now they all rapping my **

So now I must make it happen

So I'mma play the captain sailboat flapping my **

No fingers I'm snapping happy for my **

Little takers cause even though we couldn't

The laws saved them

Last time we seen them was when katrina hated

Found his body like a month later

Rest in peace boy

He was an east boy and so was rescue west

He was a good ** so I know he blessed

And his daughter is a princess

This ** is harder than a bench press

But I'mma keep gone

And I swear I got a lump in my **

But I'mma keep on pumping the float

So if I cry don't stop the beat

I feel like my heart just stopped the beat

My ** lil derrick was quick to cop a key

Either that or load the gad and go pop a g

And because of that

He's just a name in the rhyme of mine

I pray his family and his mama's fine

So much ** just sit on this mind of mine

I think about it all the time

I drink about it all the time I smoke back to pack

‘Cause if my thoughts got told me I be in this rap

I be in the can

Thank god I had dreams of being the man

Yeah and ** a man with a badge

’Cause he ain't ** to a man on the edge

If five o killed no the good boy did

Man you would've thought that kill come

Bridgegot them up face down on the lawn

Not to mention with his handcuffs on

Not to mention they had playing clothes on

And the complain goes on

Put nobody do nothing about it

The jailhouse in the markets too ** crowded

And haters at the old time high

Everybody gotta hate us like a **

**

And they tried to burn my phantom up

But I got my gun license

I got my hammers up I'm ready to shoot like a camera

Stay still **

I'mma have to write my wheel this summer

‘Cause if they don't kill me I'mma kill this summer

Yeah

And you can put that on my late father

On my late grandmother

Miss mercedes carter

On my grandfather larry bossa

The old manhustle till it's hard stop

And all I know my ** pops is that he had money

No fake count that brown paper bag money

Yeah you might hit me off with a little brag money

But the ** still wouldn't be a dad for me

Well look how I turned out

I hope he flag for me

That's why when I see him my ex mad funny

’Cause he's a joke to me

Don't message don't call don't talk to me

It's just me and my mama how it's supposed to be

And I make sure she play like she wrote for me

And I know she gets all hope for me

And I don't ever wanna see a moat for me

Hopefully

But truthfully there is a day that's due for me

But we gonna pray that it's as far as thefuture sees

You are listening to the future **

Cf baby yeah