LaRePStaR Word Problems

Tekst piosenki

UTO

[VERSE 1]
Reporting live from the room I was hatched in
Still painted black so the mood still matches
I got a couple guns right up under my mattress
Never had a date for semi but I got a automatic
Like Nevada ima snow capped range
Way too cold living in the stoned age
Stoned

You X’d out like a domain
Think I’m dope you should hear me rap off the dome mayne
I’m
Slicker than your average nigga
And a tad bit iller than a vag with splinter
Walk up to a girl. Ask what’s her dilemma?
Why the hell isn’t she bumpin to the tracks I deliver?
Cus I thought I was that nigga
At least that’s what sh said
Apparently she only said it cus they heard I’m purebred
All black with a little bit of Indian in me
Yeah I gave yall chance but I’m talking it GIVE ME

CHORUS
You don’t want problems
You don’t want problems
You don’t want problems
You don’t want problems
You don’t have to means to solve these problems

When I’m on the scene like a God damn goblin
You don’t want problems
You don’t want problems
Do you got problems?
Yeah I got problems
Fuck?

[VERSE 2]
It’s time to send these lame niggas back where they came from
Using the same drums only difference the sample
Complex bars over simple instrumentals
Got you rappers actin like you going through a bad menstrual
At your girl house tryna get it poppin like pimples
In the cut like dimples
Making love like nymphos
It’s simple
As I break down on instrumentals
I’m the type of nigga that can keep it everything but simple

Am I giving too much info?
Nah
Can you talk big if you’re little?
Nah
I’m the realest man it’s a given
Duh
I’m the illest, dog, to come up out of Minne, chaug
Going loose with rage
So try to avoid me
I’m like Liu Kang
I’m spittin fire at homies
The way I do this thing
Is far from phony
Yall seduced my rage
My middle finger horny
I want glory
Ain’t nothing else for me
So to get that glory
Ima make shit gory
Ima kill you rappers
And put you in hefty
That’ll teach yall not to fuck with Reppy
You could probably catch me
Riding in a 94 Accord cus my soul’s so 20th century
So bad ass you adults can’t check me
So bad ass that Teresa would neglect me

CHORUS

BRIDGE
We gon rock
And we gon roll
And they gon lock
And they gon load
Cus they don’t like, what we say
But we gon plead the first and say it anyway
Anyway
I ain’t really worried bout drama though
All I hear is cheap talk like Obama phones
Roll grade A bud that’s a honor roll
Rolling Grade A bud least I’m honest though
You got problems though?
But I can solve them though
I know alot foes, who talked shit and had to perish
Your whole life is an advertisement but I ain’t buying it
Free admission for these ass whoopings come and try this shit
I was gone but, I ain’t quit
I had to get myself together soul searching and shit
I know we all ain’t perfect but shit
I’ve been perfectly fine spending my time way worse than this
So next time you approach me on some „ft. Verse” shit
You better think first about the words in my verses
I don’t really give a shit about your summary earnings
Cus the shit that I’m burning is more realer yours is

CHORUS

OUTRO
UTO, GMB, [teen swim] and the 413
I’m Reppy. And that’s that
Alright that’s it