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itsrell – if rap don’t work lyrics

(hook)
if rap don’t work, i don’t know if i can lead em
cause my heart is h+lla cold like it’s from the deep freezer
and there be h+lla nights when i be talking wit the reaper, but i tell em not today cause my people still need me
so if rap don’t work, i’m back to them hallways
cause i’m still tryna ball like i play at the barclays
even though we stuck between a rock and a hard place
we gonna get it to the paper, forget about small wage
real!

(verse one)
i was chilling wit the homeless, cold days, no blankets out
we hop into the johnny, hot car, we gotta trade it out
talking to my shorty, for my young, i’ll make it safe and sound
if they wanna beef, we got machines that can take ‘em out
shooters they gon slide they gon swing, but they don’t play around
so all that talking tough on the beats, man y’all played it out
crash and burn, broke as h+ll with kids cause he’s playing house
shorty out, she ain’t like how he treat her so she shake em down
broke as h+ll, now he tryna find out how to live again
from the bottom, this is what the trenches really giving him
and pain fills the mind, he tryna get rid of the images
gun to his brain, want it to fl!ck like it’s some cinema
but don’t got the heart, cause for real he wanna live again
let’s bottle it up, take a puff, it’s getting sickening
all in disbelief, like this world ain’t really feeling him
roll up some weed and pour it up so we ain’t feelin it
(hook)
if rap don’t work, i don’t know if i can lead em
cause my heart is h+lla cold like it’s from the deep freezer
and there be h+lla nights when i be talking wit the reaper, but i tell em not today cause my people still need me
so if rap don’t work, i’m back to them hallways
cause i’m still tryna ball like i play at the barclays
even though we stuck tween a rock and a hard place
we gonna get it to the paper, forget about small wage
real!

(verse two)
i’m tryna make it out rapping remember the hard days
and if rap don’t work i’m moving the wrong ways
you ain’t thinking consequences when stuck in a dark place
i be calling all the shooters i feel like lebron james
we all ain’t made for the streets, that’s why they got walkways
they only loyal if you feed them that’s how they was all made
they asking if i got they back and i’m telling em always
because i gotta feed the fam and i do it without praise
so yea i gotta get it, i watch the clock, my times tickin
so i’m rapping on this beat give the gift that gods given
they say they feel the same so i’m giving ‘em all my feelings
then i take it to the liver, the pain i don’t gotta feel it
if they wanna beef catch a bald head he’s krillin
if you miss get out the whip, we know you ain’t bout no k!llin
i gotta keep it real, they know me to be the realest
if you wishing with no action then you’ll always be wishin!
(hook)
if rap don’t work, i don’t know if i can lead em
cause my heart is h+lla cold like it’s from the deep freezer
and there be h+lla nights when i be talking wit the reaper, but i tell em not today cause my people still need me
so if rap don’t work, i’m back to them hallways
cause i’m still tryna ball like i play at the barclays
even though we stuck tween a rock and a hard place
we gonna get it to the paper, forget about small wage
real!

- itsrell lyrics

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