Verse 1 I got the rhythm To the mission From the kitchen Not a whipping Baby do ya hear me tho I need a fixing I be tripping Rappers slipping Off the sippin What they gettin Lets forget it Flow is bitten Splittin rent and Stickin misses Yo what is this? Rappers out here Flickin wrists Pickin hittas Talking bout they whipping chickens On a mission Whats the issue I dont got a problem Wit me But i think that is the issue Grandma heart fail From the same food that's in the kitchen Get it get it x2 Baby what you need from me Dont be wishing Rapper out here feline fishing Over kitten Is it simple Livin wit em Can we get em Ima get em How i did em You wont miss em You never listen The flow so sick It is treach-er-ous Baby whats my name I got you baby D A M to E flow is so treach-er-ous Baby whats my name ———————— CHORUS You never listen The flow so sick It is treach-er-ous Baby whats my name I got you baby D A M to E flow is so treach-er-ous Baby whats my name (Chant - Smiff x4) ———————— Verse 2 See you do it bang Dont you say a thing right Baby tell us all the stories Dont you do a thing right Baby point to who had did it Claim its all the same right She stand up tell us how to fix it Like niggas we cock dem pistol Keep my mama in them tissues Tryna fix my baby issues Tryna make a baby wit you Raise her Like we meant to Til the grave with ya I'll count the days with ya Rappers picking up the mic to tell us All their secrets with the fellas Countin up the paper with the neighbors They cant wait to tell us Dont you see the fame Yea I feel it in my margiella's I bet you make it rain I bet the hoes will need umbrellas - But i got you doin what the song says x7 Its a shame but beyond that - Lets change the game I spit the car wraps Matte black All angles want it all black Rip a seat up Snatch it all back Make her get it girl From all rap And all of that Ask her whats the mission She got a new invention She says its instrumental To fix these niggas issues I said girl say What is it She said you know that feeling When 'mama' had a meaning Just as im bout to answer Rappers started dreamin and so i had to bounce I hope she find the meaning I hope she make it count Girl if you dont write the rhymes Dont pop em at your mouth These dudes'll set you up Then try to box you out In a cell no way out ... Niggas barely come to visit Let you wait it out and let you map it out So whats this about Im not here to tell you Im here to rap it out So whats my name ———————— Chorus You never listen The flow so sick It is treach-er-ous Baby whats my name I got you baby D A M to E flow is so treach-er-ous Baby whats my name (Chant - Smiff x4)

Chorus - Bob ya head if ya feelin this Bet you feel in ya wrist I got many things None came from a wish She shook the tambourine Dipped me like a fish I got blessings on blessings Treasures on treasure nigga Several several nigga I never test it nigga What I'm sposed to do Keep this here from you ———————— Verse 1 I got too many people Tryna tell me what to do We got too many people Taking flows in the stu I seen too many people Walk around in the the zoo Like they dont know what to do Wishin they was on the tube I hit homie said whatup dawg He said heard that new hit and it sub-par These rappers skimming They spit that dumb talk I got better things to do than to bump yall We want that crucial, with that bump dawg Have my trunk knocking bricks off a the block Knock so hard they arrest me for a gun charge Im like what car You aint getting far You see it's not my job to make you wanna do your thing And its not my job to make an actor do a scene No vaseline Singers they dont sing You see they hungry Girls'll pop it on IG Im on top when I see me We got a problem you and me Everything I do potentially Is on the beat Royalty, lay down at my feet Woe is me You niggas think that you MC's You got people standing in the crowd looking at TV I raised her heart rate Just by seeing me She said she want me Dee aye emm and Eee If you want me make me something to eat ———————— Chorus Bob ya head if ya feelin this Bet you feel in ya wrist I got many things None came from a wish She shook the tambourine Dipped me like a fish I got blessings on blessings Treasures on treasure nigga Several several nigga I never test it nigga What I'm sposed to do Keep this here from you ———————— Verse 2 Hold up, lemme do my thing Get my breathing right Ima bust the seam Of all these rappers dreams They wanna be a king But niggas dont what's different 'tween a king and me I got energy Got a lot of energy Niggas out here drinking lean for the remedy I paint a picture These niggas painting bentleys Bitin flows they cant get rich wit me Count the change You peasant Stick to what you know Like some resin 2017 Twas a pleasure Baby hit my phone tryna measure Ice cool and I'm next up Your rap drools Special Edward I slowed the flow down You can catch up Bet you wont see me in the desert I got Many different things on my table I wanna take the city over Like a game of Fable That's nerd talk You know that bird talk We keep that work stocked Thats how the birdies flock Uh different avenues Love one work two I keep 'nother after 'nother after 'nother Rapper's in the game for they mothers Keep it funky like no other Beat so hard, when she move, she hover I dont pick up, i dont pick up, i dont pick up, let it ring Itsa stick up, the jigs up and she just wanna sing, See i dont wear no bling Cuz I do my own thing You guys, you guys on teams And she roll up her tree She writes she writes to free Her mind when its on E I ride a different beat She slide thru for the free I might Fix sumn eat No fries S.A.L.A.D The side Some lemon wings Tonight She do her thing Alright Know what I mean You might Not know a thing Try not to make a scene This verse Was just for me You're best flow's from the southside My best flow's from the outside I make you feel it in your bones From the inside Im not a big deal Like a white lie You rap polite Thats a nice try I spit wit steez I look dumb fly Its like I spent 100 days All in one night I cut down all your flows Wit just one knife ———————— Chorus Bob ya head if ya feelin this Bet you feel in ya wrist I got many things None came from a wish She shook the tambourine Dipped me like a fish I got blessings on blessings Treasures on treasure nigga Several several nigga I never test it nigga What I'm sposed to do Keep this here from you ———————— Verse 3 If you rollin through your city Turn this up sky high Only if you really wit me Over hip hop rhymes Hilly billy Billy Hilly they done switched sides I dont feel you, I dont feel you Wit your suspect rhymes Oh lets big up Tech Nyne I spot your grind folks be lying, folks be lying Unless they suspects, I dont got no time, i just try to shine I just want a ride Why You gotta lie Rappers aint writing rhymes We just bumping beats Scuffing feet It look like games and fun to me The children bumping to the beat Shorty up and down that butt for me When I think about what's done for me From the one's who say "You come from me!" While baby push on me I contemplate do we all do this all for free? Then shorty snap me out of it From what was a reality Aye! ———————— Chorus Bob ya head if ya feelin this Bet you feel in ya wrist I got many things None came from a wish She shook the tambourine Dipped me like a fish I got blessings on blessings Treasures on treasure nigga Several several nigga I never test it nigga What I'm sposed to do Keep this here from-- ———————— Verse 4 I can make you bounce Off the litty bounce Baby work it out I can count over Over fifty times I spelt my vision out I should announce When i get it out But niggas in the clouds By the sound * these niggas album Yo cut it out I got the sound Move it baby bounce Dont you make a sound Just make it count Like your baby got you cummin from the mouth Whats this about The labels tryna to map our future But the cops out tryna clap our future Yo wassup The royalty checks are so low Its a astonishing Rappers dreams are so broke No scholarship They count that cheese that dont fold Come crawling back Like where did i put my phone and wallet at I just spit a mouthful Cant swallow dat Most you spit is facebook Cant follow dat Cook and bake Thats fake food I aint order dat Feed these kids That fake bull We aint callin back ———————— Chorus Bob ya head if ya feelin this Bet you feel in ya wrist I got many things None came from a wish She shook the tambourine Dipped me like a fish I got blessings on blessings Treasures on treasure nigga Several several nigga I never test it nigga What I'm sposed to do Keep this here from you ————————

Verse 1 I got the remedy Still livin Keep blessing me Make a record and moves He keeps testing me In my mind you niggas will keep stressin me I gave the best of me to best of me, so here's the rest of me I gotta get my mind Yeah I gotta Yea I gotta get my mind right Talking to the devil everyday This is my fight, my fight? I'm cooking baby be the salt in my light My light? This sound is for the people That want that crank from the before I got issues when it comes to making beats tho I can only bounce the heat Spit the ones two's like I'm 3,4 Different people countin up the re vote Shoulda asked the president who would he vote, I got things on my mind I cant revoke x2 Rappers talking free smoke Ask em what they want from the people Or the women in they life What do she kno? Treat em how you treat em Niggas need hoes No 'pologies Niggas need growth But understand these are women first We hope We dont Make the same mistakes In the sequel Baby heard you flow Said please go! What else do you need bro? ———————— Chorus Baby put the blame on me Most these other rappers spittin lame for free Female artists out here spittin flames for free Catching charges for you niggas H O E ———————— You spittin lame for free? She did her thang for me? Listen to Dame off T? She put that thang on me... Hold up She said she'll change for me I make it bounce off the rip But the tanks on 'E' Gotta get a dollar But this change is free YeaI want a daughter But you cant proceed Making music Baby mama drama Aint for me Rappers got no family Callin themselves kings Homies in the graves Man if he could see How you treat his sister When she's wit your team Brought up like your father So you cant forsee Jump if you wit me Lemme move yo feet Got the village on a bounce New rules new streets Tell me how you felt When you heard the message had to come from me D A M E I dont claim a chain Ish aint for me got a problem with the lineup No Cardi B?! They said you want good music We charge monthly You must think we stupid We are our beats Study on the game ladies Bring that heat x2 Charge it to the lame niggas Just miss me Look at how they came for you Cant you see Who we gone blame baby Just blame me x2 We got a problem in the game shame it came from me Bet you wont believe what you cant unsee Ladies put your hands up! Way for me Show these lil boys How we play mc's x3 ———————— Bridge Say sumn They might start trippin x16 ———————— Chorus Baby put the blame on me Most these other rappers spittin lame for free Female artists out here spittin flames for free Catching charges for you niggas H O E ————————

Chorus - Uh i bet your legs'll break under this weight You bag her just to take her on dates You rapping just to stay up to date I just want my culture straight x2 --> (I just want my culture straight x4) ---------------- Verse 1 Lets talk to you God The pleasure's all on me I got my eyes on you God and that's all I see Cuz we out here making fire outta nothin and its plain to see These rappers need your judgement Swear thats all we need But we got big guns So dont peel up You can get tuck We dont give what you really want nigga huh Yea we get bigger And get bigger I begin to Tell you bout your game you got injured aw thats too bad Nigga Cut it out Huh what!? Yea Im the scissas devil came to me Told me eat the food Issa Meal for the frail Seep into my tissue Im such a fix up These hiccups From liquor You mean this crutch What huh!? I mean this dutch Whats this here? Im here for These big bucks I need a switch up Wassup ———————— Chorus i bet your legs'll break under this weight You bag her just to take her on dates You rapping just to stay up to date I just want my culture straight (I just want my culture straight x4) ———————— Verse 2 Picked up the chicken from the venue Signed up For a different mission Keep my rear view lined up Trouble is the forte Spit the realness Tryna Get my shine up Keep my grind up x2 Mental health Wasnt never issue Mama Never gave a little nigga tissue Cryin for Workin hard you shoulda got it Get it get it Roger Black mama push her baby out the door Cryin Just to see her sister baby Dyin We never coming home Tell ya mama lies Caught up in the system Was a victim Ya honor Honor Wasnt never issue Not a problem Dollars We just need more dollars Count it up stack it up We need to pay these lawyers Got us feelin foreign I hope the gangbangers really warned us... ———————— Chorus Uh i bet your legs'll break under this weight You bag her just to take her on dates You rapping just to stay up to date I just want my culture straight

Chorus Authenticity lives wit me I get busy B ———————— Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Nothing is wrong Where have you been Been in my zone Been in my zone Try on my own Cryin alone I ask myself the same questions everyday It seems like the devil is the one who that come out and play When I look at my health I dont see wealth I see obesity, obscenities For my skin, and my pelt If these cards that im dealt Why wont you run with me? They say the worlds so diff'ent On the otherside Girl how can you tell? ———————— I have the mental capacity Of a masterpiece Women hear me Start thinking of castles Call me majesty Cuz I have to be I wanna switch up this mix up With the stick ups Bring the kids up Get these bucks So wassup So wassup ———————— Chorus Authenticity lives wit me I get busy B ———————— Verse 2 Black boy/girl put your hands up x4 [If you got your hands up I bet You understand but We're not the ones on Camera Those souls are trapped there x2] Keep a cool head Mr officer Keep a cool head Your honor sir Keep cool head Misses Officer Keep cool head Niggas who are not the one I got many many niggas Who ain't make it from '92 Night and Day I heard the slaying Playing all on the news As i wonder if im next Your children laugh Call us all the coons Im a gamer you yea they say the same things when online with you Flow proper Show stopper Bounce wit me Hoe thot or lady So proper I collect bounties On the mic Rappers write their rhymes And im listening like HA NO. NADA. ———————— Chorus Authenticity lives wit me I get busy B ———————— Verse 3 Dame the type you catch up in his lane Playin his own game Never stressin lames Had his share of shame Came into the game Without a chain That means something Nigga im onto something I got people jumping Off of nothing Came from nothing When you clubbing Women see you in a diff'rent light Im in the gym runnin On these rappers Like I stole something Baby in the kitchen just for me to cook a lil sumn sumn -------- Outro If real recognize real, when is fake unfamiliar? If fake is unfamiliar, how can we get realer? ———————— Chorus Authenticity lives wit me I get busy B