Rkham - RAPSHEET Lyrics

This game nowadays
Seems like it's only bout the fades
Seems like it's only bout the hooks
Seems like it's only bout the plays
You sell your soul to make a way
You should just Little Pump your brakes
I'm Usain Bolt up in this race
69 yourself well how ya taste
Bitch

Chillin with a snapback
Raw like a Snapchat
Say that you got hoes
I aint about that
Hawkeye with a bow
Ze shit
Gotta go
OJ with the flow
Bronco
Sicko Mode
Damn I'm a little loud
Shout it with a megaphone
Mainstream media
Feeding us a load of bull
Treat me like an AK
I am reloadable
Nothing you could ever rap
Is ever notable

Praise God for autotune

Without it
You'd be screwed

These kids all sound the same

So purge it
Start a new

Hang your career
From a noose

I love to break the news
Yes you all a waste of space
Forget the f*cking truce

Put us in a lineup
Making me a Rapsheet
3 in 1 hybrid
Love another rap beef
Turning on the radio
Really this is what we
Wanna listen to
Another kid on Lean
I'll make a crime scene
Better come arrest me
You don't impress me
I don't respect the

Listen to Tekashi
Must've never me

How bout Cardi
How bout a no

Pay homage to the greats

That before us
Paved the way

But this garbage
Stripped away

The foundation
That was laid

Now this trash
Get's overplayed

And we just
Follow what they say

And if the kids
Follow the way

Guess what
They won't
Even
Graduate

Saying you got hoes calling
Getting lit to Mo Bamba
Stop lying
You're nothing
You ain't got a phone number
Treat me like the Black Mamba
Kobe
In the 4th quarter
Never miss my shot
Not an app
I'm a full order

Bring back
All the boom bap
With some boom trap
You can have scraps
When I'm done
How you like that
Solo
With the lights low
Now we drive slow
Spit what I know
With no halo
What do I know

Wait
I'm better than y'all

Hold up
I'm off the wall

Show up
I'll prove it all

Nice to meet me
The pleasures yours

Cop's on patrol
I am convicts on parole
I'm your ex up on Patrone
Spilling guts in monotone

Skirt Skirt
Ain't a f*cking word
In my feelings
So absurd
Rkham
Don't forget the name
Yes I killed you with some words

I'll be pilot through a dead zone
Land your plane
This is no fly zone
Send you home
I'm in the endzone
I'm the deadshot rocking cologne
You just flex fake cash to get known
Hoping you'll just stick to someone
Yeah I guess you stuck to someone
Too bad it's the one with lyrical guns
Or the kids that no none
2 + 2
Can you solve the sum
Or is your brain just to damn numb
From the drugs you boast that you've done

Set the record straight
That I accept my fate

I'm guilty to the charges
That my words have some weight
They'll hold you in contempt

Cuz you seem so inept

To put together a few bars
That make a little sense

So court's now in session
Verdict's overdue

Rapsheet so long
Best believe there's room for you