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Real Rap Video (MV)




Performed By: Pat G
Length: 3:37
Written by: Patrick Gamble




Pat G - Real Rap Lyrics




Now introducing Temple's very own, Pat g
Thank you ladies you're far too kind, let's get it

This one right here's for texas, the lonestar
Temple what's up

Wildcat alumni i grew up on the nawfside
I see the game like i'm courtside
Coach too, of course, i got the birds eye view
Like i'm in the press box
I'm red hot
I take spots dak presscott
My composure, i never lose it
Texas roots, known to rock it like i play for houston
Not the astros but i can change up, curve ball,
Screw it
Throwin fast balls, call it my sales pitch
When i'm up to bat
I swing for the fence
Slow it down patrick, young maverick
You got star power like the cowboys in dallas
They hear me rhyme and they say i'm amazing
My response i just shine the light that God gave me
And i know, every verse i write be takin the longest
But this was all done on the spur of the moment, TEXAS!

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

They wish me goodluck, aint no luck involved
I been working hard, now it's payin off
Smart work pays, fa sho, i'm new to gettin paid for shows
Sure it'll never get it old (never)
Always been a go getter, only time i wanna change
Is if i change for the better
Make a name for myself, yall can stay the same
I wont complain left my prints on the game like purple rain
And i'm just gettin started, imma grind til my kid kids are good
Then kickback like a house party
Anotha day at the office, handle all my business
Now i get to the paper, like it's Dundler Mufflin
Pullin out all the stops, like a crossin guard
Many are called, but few are chosen
Sometimes you're on your own when you're shooting around
You Gotta do it by yourself get your own rebound

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

So elusive when it comes to the fake
Shoot me straight, no illusion when i illustrate
The illest traits in my DNA, cook the cake
Eat it too,driven, eyes on the road
Hands at 10 and 2, business attended to
Big boss moves, king koopa
More drive than lyft or uber
A mini coop, mustang or mclaren
So if you're ridin with the kid you should go head and share it

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap
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Now introducing Temple's very own, Pat g
Thank you ladies you're far too kind, let's get it

This one right here's for texas, the lonestar
Temple what's up

Wildcat alumni i grew up on the nawfside
I see the game like i'm courtside
Coach too, of course, i got the birds eye view
Like i'm in the press box
I'm red hot
I take spots dak presscott
My composure, i never lose it
Texas roots, known to rock it like i play for houston
Not the astros but i can change up, curve ball,
Screw it
Throwin fast balls, call it my sales pitch
When i'm up to bat
I swing for the fence
Slow it down patrick, young maverick
You got star power like the cowboys in dallas
They hear me rhyme and they say i'm amazing
My response i just shine the light that God gave me
And i know, every verse i write be takin the longest
But this was all done on the spur of the moment, TEXAS!

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

They wish me goodluck, aint no luck involved
I been working hard, now it's payin off
Smart work pays, fa sho, i'm new to gettin paid for shows
Sure it'll never get it old (never)
Always been a go getter, only time i wanna change
Is if i change for the better
Make a name for myself, yall can stay the same
I wont complain left my prints on the game like purple rain
And i'm just gettin started, imma grind til my kid kids are good
Then kickback like a house party
Anotha day at the office, handle all my business
Now i get to the paper, like it's Dundler Mufflin
Pullin out all the stops, like a crossin guard
Many are called, but few are chosen
Sometimes you're on your own when you're shooting around
You Gotta do it by yourself get your own rebound

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

So elusive when it comes to the fake
Shoot me straight, no illusion when i illustrate
The illest traits in my DNA, cook the cake
Eat it too,driven, eyes on the road
Hands at 10 and 2, business attended to
Big boss moves, king koopa
More drive than lyft or uber
A mini coop, mustang or mclaren
So if you're ridin with the kid you should go head and share it

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap

Now throw yo hands up
As we (rock the beat)
Imma give me what they want
This is real rap
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Writer: Patrick Gamble
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