Gotta Rap Songtext
von Ab‐Soul

Backpack raps with gats in it, don′t get your
Cap peeled by the black menace
Ha ha ha, Preemo, check

I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap, uh
This a Dior doobie on the head of your cutie
Moon signs when you call her back

Do not disturb, we looking for the smoke not who got the Herb
I'm Top Dawg, you a copycat
Imma give this beat a heart attack
Arrest your cardiac, imma need your pass back, hall monitors

My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant
Blacking out till I′m out of melanin, meaning it
Never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine

I'm holding weight like a skеleton
I'm holding weight, you just a skelеton
I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cudi up in the coupe, flipping chickens


Turning one up into two, that′s a mockingbird
They wanna lock ′em in the cell again
For the product that he's selling ′em
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is irrelevent

I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
Something potent for the chosen clientele
But that's a twisted figure of speech

Look, all I know to do is aim high
Hold my hood up like a gang sign
Del Amo till the death of me
Shit, I′m already a legend if I ever leave

So you can't get rid of me
My lyrics will live in memory
Destination is destiny, every record′s a felony, the Long Term legacy
Cause there's definitely no stopping him

Just keeping it a buck, I'm on one, George Washington
So fuck is you telling me?
I′m a celestial, not a fucking celebrity
Meaning I am not like them


My pool of thought will probably drown Aquaman
Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen
Had the ′87 Chevy Celebrity
That mean we were the same age

The synergy is heavenly
Rolling through my city in a rush, on university
So much, I should at least have a AA, hey
Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the ketamine

I′ve been ready since seventeen
Watching thrones although most kings get the guillotine
The prophecy is celestine
I'm wide awake, its still a dream

I gotta eat but still it seems
The pigs start yelling freeze
When you bring the bacon to the table like Jimmy Dean
Party′s over, hold the silly string

I even tried suicide and I don't know why
I know better than most that the Soul don′t die
Took a leap, shattered my leg, and lost some teeth
And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep

In my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch
Frozen broken heart throwing out on my sleeve
Then throw my last dollar on the floor
My guardian angel′s name is Doe, I can never go broke

Yo, the artifact with all the facts
Dodging cap in my Dodger cap
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
Hollaback