CPR lyrics

by

Wale


They compare me to the rappers out the south, Who outdated
And the 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 ta be a lyricist
Then I switch the whole flow up, then started rapping about dope, got caught on that jewelery sh*t
Before young Jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, I thought n*ggas don't wanna hear that sh*t
I could've done that sh*t 5 years fore him, but they come along with them sentences
Must have went to New York like a million times, got a mil’ on a table, I ain't even sign
Warner had two and I turned it down, did a lot of sh*t in this life of mine
I ain't have to help, I had to grind, no complaints
These rap n*ggas, I know em all, 99% n*ggas lying

It go 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

Grew up up on that Outkast, every 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 hundred
That’s for any 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
What's Understood don't got to be explained so I never replied
Race for the money, never get tired
Plug on the way, he never retired
Order a Hundred and put that on my name
Is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain
That .40 we 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 the team, we in the streets and we winning
HOOK

Remember Sosa told Tony not to f*ck with me
Then then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
Then Tony wana go in but he ass dead
So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said
But he was f*cking with that dope and he wasn't focused
Read between the lines, I'm talking to you locals
I'm talkin to any n*gga that want war
Then let me get my M's up, you don't want war

HOOK

I wanna, plant of marijuana
Not a plant, but a field
Not a field, but a dome
See n*ggas cook yay
Serve fiends, same home
Same n*ggas, G’d up
b*tch up, same zone
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 instagramin cars that they know ain’t theirs
You can be a fake rapper, now days nobody cares
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