I Ain't a Rapper Songtext
von Chill Bump

Could hip-hop get any sloppier
Everybody′s a cocky killer, that be reppin' the Mafia
Wiggas pull triggers
Correctional officer
Talk about how they gonna watch ya embody ya

Where is the logic
Gotta be honest man
The hottest artist out now are probably holograms
All these rappers
Always yappin′ the N bomb
When crackers make up, half the fans they depend on

Shit is wrong, one could doubt your silly song
If the whites in the crowd, they'd loud to sing along
They rich and proud, check what they keep buyin'
Yeah, Drake keep crying
And Kanye keep whining like


Uh, Maybe I′m stuck in the 90′s
Pink pants and face tats doesn't fucking define me
Call me cracker with no swag
You can′t even flow fag
Just a rapper I casually toe-tag

Your fans'll be so sad
I kind of miss Joe bad
I couldn′t even beat the phony crap from his note pad
I got, high Calliber vocab
I'm the truth thing
Cannot be moved
But you′re the crack that your crew sling

You're braggin' your jews bling
Act like a new king
Tacky auto-tune, makes you tab at this fool sing
Fuck you, and the whip you bangin′ this tune in
Fuck the word swag
And the slang that you usin′, listen

I jus-
I ain't rapper-
I jus- I jus-
I ain′t rapper-
I jus-


New school aimin' the right mind
The entire text message generation
Ain′t able to write rhymes
Just a bunch of punch lines
With no connection between em
Fictional bullshit, and kids
Actually believe em

Rappers try to viral with them find the tools
Guys will do anything for likes and views
When they use a camera and a dynamite stick
Stick it up your ass, light the fuse
So they gon' what you blow up fast
You lifeless fools

Catch three, eight buzzs
Captivate a fan base
Lovers make covers
Mack′ll make us pancakes
Is Macklemore a better rapper than Kendrick
How'd he manage to get that award

Man I don't get it
You too? Was it rental
Losers get hurt
So you wiggers get excused
But you use the N word
You can prove that yous a killer
Shoot with ten slugs
Wishin′ death with every sentence

You foolish nerds, and emo geeks
I′ve never seen those stress
But post mediocre schemes
Over primo beats
I know that, I could beat ya'll mic off
But today rappers don′t rap
They just keyboard cyphers, so

All these crews with their macs out
40 goons up in the background
All these dumb tracks that lack substance
And all the auto-tune up in their raps now
Rush your bars they don't matter
Just for like that crazy swagger
Do your thing focus on your stupid bling
But if that′s just rap
I ain't rapper-

I jus-
I ain′t rapper-
I just rap a lot-
I ain't rapper-
I jus-
I ain't rapper-
I just rap a lot

Though you should know that I really don′t care
Don′t care, d-d- don't
Though you should know that I really don′t care
Don't care,d-dont′t care
Though you should know that I really don't care
Though you should know th- that I really-really don′t care
Though you should know that I really don't care
Don't care, care-

Th-th-th-that I really don′t care
Th-th-th-that I really don′t-
Th-th-th-that I really don't-
Th-th-th-that I really don′t-
Though you should know th- that I really-really don't care
Th-th-th-that I really don′t-
Though you should know that I really don't care
Ever the one to get shot, baby you know I′mma bury you