Reks - Mighty Mouse Trap Rap (M.M.T.R) Lyrics
Some of y'all act hard, but you really ain't got no thug in youWonder who put that drug in you, buggin bro***** 1000 mississippi, you pussies still ain't got to the poppin maineShit talking and walking, what you talking maine, stop it maineA philosopher with street educate ...ready and elevatedI'm slated to be the under greatestYou never heard about word of mouthGossip girls herb em out, on the pearls, heard about, no doubtFabrication in segments, hate that you niggas fakingThe papers you making, eye contact, now I'm at your hand shakingWaking rappers back up to reality, rather be quality over quantityHonestly, half of these actors be drag queensOthers is caffeine, quick chop this, chopJust give me my hip hopBack to the basics, I take it away from the fake shitWrong pill, talking matrix, *****x 2Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade awayGive a ***** what niggas say, ok, okI ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past youI ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past youWhat happened to the real shit, dogWhen you really could feel shit, dogNiggas frauds, *****es is rapping they rappin niggas broadsDog, give back my lyrics cause, in the blood feel itAin't no gang type shit, this spreading the lovePenitentiaries pack us, in the hand cuffsEnough to drive a man mask bloodPocka, pocka, blus, talking in god we trustAnd the mighty dollar we lustWhile we stuck betties riding patties to county for usYeah, just the way it is, way it was, way it will forever beTill the end of these cubs, no longer give me buzzHold on to memory out, asking sean trevonTroy, mok aboveStay that biggy, pay for emc and emciingAnd homies pray, so that they also leavingWhen they've no escape, no more sour on the plate***** the haters, let em hate, make it at your own pace, player!x 2Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade awayGive a ***** what niggas say, ok, okI ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past youI ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past youNigga this, nigga that, nigga juke upon that your fitted capBetter go get that wig and tac, you don't know where to get rid of thatWeirdos getting tears, don't got no skills for real, don't really rapHere go that, whole share go slap, her lips on dick from pills in factYoung niggas just like you so, riding dick to get the doughHurts and kisses that you know, tic tac toe that's backioRap before was bout to flow, dope ass be the killer showCommon ...still actin like you killer dopeMusic just don't feel no more, music just ain't ill no moreMusic ain't really real no more, y'all real housewife mtv showAss, ass, ass, ass really thoughKirko Bang on my brain, love the chain wearing blowMtv raps, you sugar throat,Nicki minaj silicone, what type of shit you *****es onSome of these ... he'll be my son, some of these raps and ...Gotta get the picture clearx 2Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade awayGive a ***** what niggas say, ok, okI ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past youI ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you.
