All we got is Rap

yeah yeah rap check yeah we do rap and want some cheque your homie ain't nothing but a ball sack my rap ain't fire but still my homies admire me. People want fir in my bars but I am dozed on that ice but still I am pretty wise all I can hear is your bitch cries in my bed. fuck her meet me in my city I won't show you any pitty If I am rottweiler you are just a kitty city shity I got that glock I am ready shoot some fires hands up all the liar I got 4 by 4 and got shot in the tyres in my city all I can hear is sirens I rember when of my homie was arrested and taken to asylum . I am seventeen but my bars are like mean one bitch was left on seen. I was eight all I got was rap all I did was rap now I am seventeen all I do is rap All my lyrics are experience bitch no cap but still running laps on this beat like I am pac don't fuck with me I still got that strap