CPR FAKE lyrics

[Spoken:]
Aye Cuz, they say I ain't real rapper huh?
They must don't know, I do What I want to do with this sh*t

[Verse 1:]
They compare me to the rappers out the south, who outdated
Other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it
When they doubt me or they out me, make me stronger, make me face it
But I know I’m not a phase, I'mma be one of the greatest
In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams
Didn’t wanna stop, wanna be a lyricists
Then I switched the whole flow up
Started rapping about dope
Got Caught on that jewelry sh*t
Before Young Jeezy started rapping details I never thought n*ggas wanted to hear that sh*t
I could’ve done that sh*t five years 'fore him
But they come along with those sentences
Must have went to New York like a million times
Won a mil’ on a table, n*gga I ain't sign
Warner had 2, I turned it down
Did a lot of sh*t in this life of mine
I have no help, I had to grind
No complaints, 'nan time
The rap n*ggas I knew em' all, 99 percent n*ggas lying

[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as f*ck
You don’t like it, shut me up
n*ggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
n*gga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna

[Verse 2:]
Grew up bumping that OutKast, in the hood I was an outcast
In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks
Get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag
And we got big boy guns, hold a hundred
That’s for any of pus*y ass n*gga wanna run up
What it do, Ross? What’up Wayne? Salute Stunner, Gucci Mane
n*ggas ask me why I never done a song with Plies
I understood I gotta be as plain, so I never reply
Race for the money, never get tired
Plug on the way, he never retired
Order a hundred and put that on my name
It's death on the money, it's blood on my chain
The forty got bodies, n*ggas killing for hobbies
We got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby
b*tches f*cking for free, n*ggas killing for pennies
CMG that's the team, we the streets so we’re in it

[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as f*ck
You don’t like it, shut me up
n*ggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
n*gga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna
[Bridge]
Remember Sosa told Tony "not to f*ck with me"
Then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
Then Tony wanna go in but he ain't deep
So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said
But he was f*cking with that dope and he won’t focus
Read between the lines, I’m talking to you locals
Im talkin to any n*gga that want war
Then let me get my M's up, you don want war

[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as f*ck
You don’t like it, shut me up
n*ggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
n*gga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna

[Outro:]
I wanna, plant of marijuana
Not a plant, but a field
Not a field, but a dome
See n*ggas cook yay
Serve fiend, same home
Same n*ggas G’d up
Pitch up, same song
I wanna look at n*ggas different, but I can’t
I wanna try to trust these b*tches, but I ain’t
n*ggas Instagraming cars that they know ain’t theirs
You can be a fake rapper, this day nobody cares