He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,
See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe
Said when i do dirt wit her
Your the type to act like a rapper,
Is written in our souls, africa
The whole rapper thing aren't ya
Yeah, right, get over here faster
Im the nonstop rapper
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
Briefly explain you why im the rapper thats next
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
Im like no other rapper that you've met.
Down the darkest corridors and the hottest jungles,
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
Doctor made her fatter
Yeah i might be the worst rapper
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