Fake Rappers

Come to little Mexico you won't survive

Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies

I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house

Don't know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it

II'm bout to put you rappers in the jugg house

See if you can work a scale, or work a block

You ain't from the streets so why you rap about it

Fake rappers wouldn't last a day on my block

Fake rappers, welcome to my jugg house

Do you really live that life you rappin' bout

I know you don't, so what the fuck you talkin' bout

36 O's, and them bells, come and cash-out

I dun seen a lot, out them dirty pots

You know yo shit gonna flop if you don't touch that block

Them falcon's flew in, you know they came in flock

Word on the streets, you rappers ain't got no guap

Word to my momma I rap what I'm bout

One day shawty they goin' hand it out

Straight from the booth to the jugg house

Nigga you just rappin, I just flood the drought

Them folk's hit the corner nig' what would you do

I ain't talkin bout the police but the robbin' crew

He dun lost his budd man that nigga through

House full of pounds I just ran threw

We put that L.A. Reid money in the trap

Free band we plugged up, we got packs-on-packs

Them black migo's jugs a whole lot of racks

The streets vouching for me all across the map

You can hear it in my voice, that I'm from the trap

Everyday you know I jug a different pack

I put you on the row see if you make it back

It's too much pressure for him he won't survive the trap

Fake Rappers wouldn't last a day on my block

(Word on the streets these rappers ain't got no guap)

Fake Rappers wouldn't last a day on my block