Rap Fucked Up

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Rap Fucked Up Lyrics

I may appear to be an Average Jo...

[Verse 1: Tef Poe]
Uh... Yea... Tef Poe... Uh... Yea...
War Machine... 3... Death is not an option...
Swag... All that dumb shit...
Fuck hip hop... Fuck hip hop... Haha

I ride for my villains, cry for my villains
Die for my villains, we topple the ceilin's
On top of my villains
On top of they shoulders I stand, shots rang out from a van
Ride with my nigga Kris that's my lesbian homegirl
That ain't never gave a fuck about shit
Down when I'm poor
Still be around when a nigga get money and I'm motherfuckin' rich
Fuck all of these rap niggas
... That's how a motherfucker really do feel
I'll sell my soul to the devil just to see my momma on another level
... I'm real
I'll die for my nigga Nate and his son Nas
Just to see my nigga's son shine like the motherfucking sun god
(Uh...) Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up
Got a red beam for my niggas smokin' on sherm, got his motherfuckin' mind blown
Footklan, proceed pop pills, smoke weed, in a cyclone
Gettin' head 'til I get ahead, then I get ahead from the wrath of the motherfuckin' po-po
Caught a plane out to Cuba had a talk with my nigga Makaveli, "Let me borrow that fo-fo"
Rap game gettin' fucked in the back 'til I put her in a choke hold
So, young nigga comin' up from the gutter got us all loco
Boy, listened to Biggie and thought I could do it
Listened to Nas and thought I could do it
Listened to Jeezy and thought I could do it
Listened to Jigga and thought I could do it
Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it

[Hook: Tef Poe]
Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up
Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh...
Rap fucked up, nigga we don't give a fuck
We part of the young boys that's fuckin' it up
Swag... Swag... Swag...
Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up
Swag... Swag... Swag...
Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up
Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh...

[Verse 2: Tef Poe]
It's the return of the pistol poppin', drug sellin', black children livin' with depleted options... uh...
Nigga we don't see no runnin' water, send a prayer to the sky but I don't see no savior comin'... uh...
Single mother turnin' bitter, she say she don't need no nigga, she don't see what she becomin'... uh...
And I'm loadin' up for my real villains
In the whirl wind 'til the world ends
And I'm puffin' on dro like I never did feel feelin's
Six lost souls in an all black car, roll down the window and spot 'em and send 'em to the stars
Then, God tell me if there's life on Mars
Footklan mercenary, die for the cause
I rock well with my nigga Rockwell
See me in Pagedale in a fuckin' jail cell
You listened to Marshall and thought I could do it
I listened to him and knew I could do it
Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it
Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it
Uh...