the real rap fans Take a stand and make a jam for the real rap fans Take a stand and make jams for the real rap fans [Hook x4]
Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans
know it's a rap You said you was the king, you lied through your teeth For that fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped And to the fans
in her goddamn head Dumb bitch, that's the reason we're going up in there She don't know what the fuck she's talkin' about Everyone get back, this is a rap
, you're shot And now your homies is trippin' Lookin' for a gat to put they clip in Street crime, that's the thing I bring Ice T, I rap sing, they call
is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed You can fight all night but you'll still get jacked By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer Rap
bang, 'cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip
, laughin' And joining the niggas passin' You niggas was straight assin' Excuse the vulgarity I'm still not fully adjusted or used to the new fans hearin
this shit Thati??s all I got to say, at the top is where I stay And tell my haters never go away The Winner [Verse 2] Long awaited, hated Fans see me
deleted my Twitter, huh Can you believe it I got 2, 2 million The I said adios I had to say good bye And this little rap is to tell my fans why
that my words are meant for you when did everybody become so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her, broke up World star, Nah right dumb fans
are true, I deleted my twitter. Can you believe I got, got 2 million Then I said adios I had to say goodbye and this little rap is to tell my fans why
Never repeatin' 'em Some love, some hate me Bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So) Niggas wanna ride By the crib all slow (Oh) We clap motherfucker Want a real rap
my camp, a wireless amp High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans
my iPhone Looking through my call log It hurts looking at her face to ask her why she crying for I'm so fresh I'm wondering why I didn't design clothes This rap
at fast foods Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude Who can make it in this rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in