Real Rap lyrics

[Intro: ItsManMan]
Yeah, come on, n*gga
I'm the hardest youngin out, n*gga
(Damn it, Homie, I'm comin' up)
Yeah, you better listen
I'm bringin' real rap back, look, huh

[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
Bringin' real rap back, I'm 'bout to start another sound, huh
n*gga tried to hack and then a TEC had did him foul, huh
f*ck a hundred likes, I'm tryna see a hundred thou'
If my back against the wall, I'm puttin' yours to the ground
She wanna FaceTime, I'm chargin' fifty for an hour
My n*gga facin' time for gettin' spiffy with the powder
40 get to spittin' like it's eatin' somethin' sour
Big cuz'll put your head in a box, he Jeff Dahmer (Damn it, Homie, I'm comin' up)
Said I ain't the hardest, what the f*ck you mean, n*gga?
Fix them dirty lips before I Mr. Clean n*ggas
She want a piece of meat, you know I had to deep dish her
I just f*ck a b*tch so good, she thought I was three n*ggas
Invest an M in me, you gon' make like ten back
Stop flexin' life savings, what the f*ck is ten racks? Huh
Got a million streams, just this year I did that
I got a bald opp, but I'ma push his wig back, hmm
I am not from Earth, I just came down from Jupiter
Opp just called me stupid, hit his head and now he stupider
Take a bad b*tch and I can show you what to do with her
Her head stupid good, join a team, I'm recruitin' her
A for Animated, but this never been an act, huh
Beef'll bust it down, I love it when she throw it back, hmm
C for Cash Money, road runnin' for a sack
This B for what I gave her, I just put it in her back, hmm, huh
n*ggas say they wanna rob me, but ain't never robbed me
She gon' give me sloppy toppy for a couple dollars
If I don't got my gun on me, I'ma chuck the bottle
He don't dance, this big F&N had pop locked and dropped him
Streams goin' up, I think my numbers got these n*ggas mad
The type to give a b*tch my line and never call her back
Any n*gga go against the grain, just know we on they ass
My brother called me, where he with? Blrrt, I'm in my back
My n*gga wiped his nose, for the love, they did you slimy
Ain't take the easy route, I played my role and started grindin'
They hatin' on the kid, but keep it goin', I don't mind it
I'm waitin' on my turn, it's almost here, it's perfect timing
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
n*gga run up on the kid, got turned to zombie
Boy, I'm Rickied the f*ck down, word to Bobby
Yeah, big mansion, ten bedrooms, this sh*t unnecessary
Boom Boom Room, your ballin' is imaginary
b*tch chew me with her mouth open, this ho unsanitary
That nickel on me like a motherf*ckin' secondary
I'm gettin' so rich, I'm finna make your b*tch my secretary
Sippin' drank, where my cup? Blocked her in February
I'm still f*ckin' with the CPN, just got a fresh batch, huh
We still on that bullsh*t, they think I fell back
My hoes come in all different colors like an Air Max
She heard about my big foot and set a bear trap
Hit a pus*y n*gga with that blower like his hair wet
These n*ggas sneak tweetin' 'til they get they whole egg cracked
Your b*tch pullin' up now, she got her hair wrapped
I guaranteed I get eight more, finna dead cap
They don't get when I say it that
It's tight as hell in this Lambo, caught a leg cramp
Taffy-ass n*gga, where your motherf*ckin' bread at?
I shut my haters up, my ex silent like Xanax
I act like I don't know what they mad at
I blocked the ho, she ventin' through Cash App
Huh, right now I'm in a Ghost, it ain't Snapchat
These n*ggas weak as hell, ManMan, let's bring rap back