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letra de old vs. new - primrose ripper

ha, ha, ha, ha, ah
okay
yeah

[verse 1]
i’m not a youtube rapper, come on give me credit
i don’t need to do reaction’s to get views, okay i said it
not a label rapper, i’m way too offensive (too offensive)
go ahead and call me cl!ckbait, i made millions independent
i’m not a mumble rapper, y’all understand every single word
i’m not takin’ xanax, rappin’ ‘bout money, liquor, and girls
not a soundcloud rapper, i got hits you actually have heard
i exist outside the internet, done shows around the world
not a boombap rapper, i’m not stuck in 1990
i like wu-tang, but that vibe is kinda old and grimy
not a conscious rapper, all those rappers sound like sj dubs
not a gangster rapper, cool enough without being a thug
i’m not country rap, i don’t play guitar, i don’t drive a truck
i don’t chew tobacco, get the chevy stuck 10 feet of mud
i’m not horror-core, i don’t paint my face
i don’t trip, i can only be myself and i am being honest, b-tch

[bridge]
i think i gotta let them know
ayy, ayy, ayy
and let me say it from the soul man

[chorus]
i hate hip hop!
how dare you call me a rapper
when all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say
i hate hip hop!
it’s full of liars and actors
these little rappers about as real as they names
i hate hip hop!
keep the glits and the glamour
’cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves
i hate hip hop!
the whole culture is cancer
they’ll k!ll their momma for some clout and a chain

[verse 2]
i’m not a mainstream rapper, i think they’re pathetic
i don’t compromise my vision, just so i can sell some records (no)
i’m not underground, that means it’s hard to sell it (hard to sell it)
i’ve got m-ss appeal, mastered being catchy with a message
i’m not whiteboy rapper, actually got that juice and call the vibe
pumpin’ eminem, don’t mean that all you boomers really rhyme
not a corny rapper, spittin’ every song in double time
say so much and don’t say nothin’, bunch of garbage in your lines
not a lil rapper, i ain’t auto-tunein’ every song
i ain’t makin’ tunes exclusively ’bout drinkin’ at the club
not a candy rapper, i ain’t makin’ albums full off pop
i ain’t macklemore, or logic, lil d-cky or asher roth
i ain’t emo rap, i ain’t sheddin’ tears
i don’t cut myself, i don’t romanticize suicide or poor mental health
i ain’t back-pack rap, that’s my grandad’s rap
please don’t take this as a diss
i’m just being honest

[bridge]
i think i gotta let them know
ayy, ayy, ayy
and let me say it from the soul man

[verse 3]
i’m so used of hearin’ people hate, i get it
hip hop hates me, and i hate it too it’s been this way forever
i don’t move like them, i’ll never be accepted (no, no, no)
i got rich without a co-sign, i will hold you ’cause you’re jealous
i don’t want the clout, i don’t need a friend
y’all can keep your beats
never signed a deal, so every dollar goes to me
i been humble, ain’t been flexin’
ain’t been showin’ off my blessings
maybe i should take a second to make sure y’all get the message
i’m in beast mode, check the t–th glow
i don’t need dough
everything is vendi, gucci, sace louis v, oh
nothin’ new to me, no
too much green to keep, vro
hundred thousand dollars every hour that i sleep for
i don’t talk about it, ’cause the way my momma raised me good
all these rappers hate me, if they don’t i’ll say they maybe should
i don’t play pubg, i just play murder games online
so watch yourself, blood on our hands
it don’t bother him, he bathe in blood

- primrose ripper

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