Rap Is Dead lyrics

How you gone cap
When you started off with rap
MI put you on a map
Fast money fast cars
Omo don’t show up
Cus I’m all about my racks
I just watch it go up
20 years up in the game never had a glow up
Till a n*gga dropped with Tems
Na she make am blow up
What’s the essence
Of the hate
When you Supposed to show love

Less ego but these n*ggas trynna raise shoulders
n*gga pride is a b*tch it’s a big boulder
Same flows
Same beats
n*gga and so what
Must be talking to A mirror
Man this n*gga so nuts

He ain’t f*cking with these rappers
But he putting on some
Last album was a flop
Couldn’t tell the day it dropped
Can’t compete with Burna Boy
So he say he doing pop
n*ggas capping when they drop
n*ggas capping for attention when they drop
Guess it’s lonely when you been up at the top
Hoping when they make a drop
He a opp
I’mma let my shooter talk
Raps Dead?
I ain’t seen no yellow tape or white chalk
f*ck you n*ggas speculating
He ain’t thinking ‘fore they talk
While we should be celebrating Popping bottles
Mazletov
n*gga!
Who you don help ?
Who you don sign ?
Who you don blow ?

Inie minie miney mo
Tik tak toe
I just caught a capping n*gga
Imma drag him by the toe

All that Bad Energy, give a n*gga Big Smoke
Capping in they interview yeah these n*ggas fake woke
I just hear another song had to put it on mute
Everyday she tell me say
What this n*gga going through?
She tell me say she tell me say
Omo mehn e don do
Maybe Davido was right
You should get your own crew!
She tell me say she tell me say
Damn this n*gga old news
Anytime I see your sh*t I just had to scroll through it
Damn
I ain’t gone lie
Man I miss the old you
Ever since you got a Grammy you been acting brand new
Solo say you no go blow
Now I can see that man view
If I ever heard you rap
I would say the same too
“Young”

Rap ain’t dead till I’m 6 feet deep
Big bird all I hear is Tweet Tweet Tweet
Damn I thought you was a E.A.G.L.E
Birds chirping in the nighttime flock with Z
Gotta blunt by the night stand
It help me go to sleep
If you trynna get to Wizzy, gotta go through the FC
Momma told me I could be
Anything I wanna be
My profession killing beats
My bravado I could do this in my sleep
Know this sh*t ain’t for the weak
Keep my heat within my reach

Superstar status
Feel like Tupac All Eyez on me
I put in the work and I make my family proud of me
I was born in Obalende
Made in Lagos, nah for real
Give a f*ck what they talking
I’m independent signed no deals