Real Hip Hop Video (MV)

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I had thought I said everything
Then I realized that I ain't said anything
College hustler hit the campus with my own work
Came to class with some paper it ain't homework
From the country where them boys move
Like class reunions they take pride up in their old schools
My city shooters wants your life
Keep it silent with the K
Boy that's knob and that's knife
Spending moments with the Plane call that air time
Me and the Pilots writing rhymes call em airlines
I was straight for a while
Lost that point thought it's time to shape up like a hairline
I got some B's in front my room that's a Broom
I got some G's in front my room that's a Groom
They all wild and the open
Reefer came from Oakland its a Raider like tomb
Who is rapping anymore
All these boos when I spit who is clapping anymore
Rap used to be real and would give you a feel
Don't know what happened anymore But
Who am I to judge
Full of hate nigga who am I to love
Doesn't matter what I wear bra it's clear
You can tell from how I move that i'm a thug
Some were born into money
Wasn't born into money went and got some
We all came from a pussy
Some remain playing pussy I am not one (Nope)
Bop, Bop, This is Real Hip Hop
Bop, Bop, This is Real Hip Hop
Ceno told me stop playing f*ck a leisure
Ima shake em up like a seizure
Open game surgery it's time for the procedure
Cutting out these wack rappers music doesn't need ya
Bra my wordplay is
Critical, Lyrical, Spiritual
Your shit is just pitiful
Literal for you to get like me would take a miracle
Whoop your ass in shape teach you how to keep material
You straight but Willis Dennis really hard
And I can go off of the top like a titty bar
I ain't bluffing since a younging was around spitting
So anything I ever say gon sound written
Tell me I can get a buzz with a diss song
Tell em ima get a buzz with this song
Stopped drinking no more Brown like homie Chris gone
You right boy I don't do white won't even sip on
Time to get right gimme the light Sean Paul
Make magic i'm a Wizard from N.C John Wall
What's your type
Rappers write, Rappers hype, Rappers nice
Rock the mic i'm all
I prefer a Bone beat
Man that shit sound like i'm rapping on my own beat
Since we from the same crib
Momma ain't giving whoopings but you call this here a home beat
Sneaking off with Mary Jane
Niggaz catching every Plane
Still chasing everything
Guess i'm married to the game
Fina cop a wedding ring (Gone)