No Rapper lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
I'm so tired of these rap n*ggas, mane, these industry people, these f*ckin' record labels
sh*t is fake, sh*t is phony, they f*ckin' over people, mane
Just own all your sh*t and don't give these b*tches sh*t
No percentages, none of that sh*t, my n*gga

[Chorus: K Carbon & Juicy J]
I ain't on no rapper sh*t (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper b*tch (At all)
I ain't with that cappin' sh*t (Ain't with it)
Pull up, we clappin' sh*t (Brr-brr)
I ain't on no rapper sh*t (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper b*tch (At all)
I ain't with that cappin' sh*t (Ain't with it)
Pull up (Yeah, yeah), we clappin' sh*t (Buck)

[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
I ain't with that rappin' sh*t (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the b*tch
Strip club ratchet sh*t (Uh-mhm), I'm drinkin' actavis
I ain't with that rappin' sh*t (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the b*tch
Strip club ratchet sh*t (Uh-mhm), I'm drinkin' actavis (Buck)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Mane, I'm in too deep, fifty million and upcount
Rich n*gga from the trenches, I could buy a public housin'
Mane, I'm in too deep, I don't see me comin' out it
I'm a Gold Rushmore, data put me on the mount
Mane, I'm in too deep, you can't trick me out the streets
Sprayin' at your SUV's, shoot off the dose, now it's a Jeep
Mane, I'm in too deep, I'm a shark, I can swim through it
Do you fools listen to the music or just skim through it?
Three 6 Mafia, we been about that ratchet sh*t
Jackin' sh*t, trappin' sh*t, that murder sh*t, I wack a b*tch
China five type of sh*t, get it? Bought some clown sh*t
Most these n*ggas fake, they just talkin', they not poppin' sh*t
[Chorus: K Carbon & Juicy J]
I ain't on no rapper sh*t (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper b*tch (At all)
I ain't with that cappin' sh*t (Ain't with it)
Pull up, we clappin' sh*t (Brr-brr)
I ain't on no rapper sh*t (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper b*tch (At all)
I ain't with that cappin' sh*t (Ain't with it)
Pull up (Yeah, yeah), we clappin' sh*t (Buck)

[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
I ain't with that rappin' sh*t (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the b*tch
Strip club ratchet sh*t (Uh-mhm), I'm drinkin' actavis
I ain't with that rappin' sh*t (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the b*tch
Strip club ratchet sh*t (Uh-mhm), I'm drinkin' actavis (It's all in)

[Verse 2: K Carbon, Slimeroni & Aleza]
I'm a real lyricist, don't consider me no rapper (I ain't no rapper)
Got my name from what I toke, Carbon to flip your ass better (On God)
I just stacked another ten, I still pour racks up in the mattress (Up in the mattress)
Drip Dior with the Chanel, just to catch my flight to Cali
Mane, f*ck a social site, I got blue checks, b*tch I'm verified (b*tch)
When gang ready to slide and doin' drill, we call it hammer-time (Yeah)
b*tches that be hatin' be the main ones that's a fan of mine (Uh-huh)
In LA with the pass, smokin' on some sh*t from Anaheim (Easy)
All that damn typin', I don't do the enemy
If it's pressure, drop a pin, blow that smoke off 'bout your titties, b*tch
Mumble when I'm emsy, really would they ask to do business?
They know better than the sayin' when I'm right there, we'll have a speak (b*tch)
[Outro: K Carbon]
I ain't on no rapper sh*t (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain't no rapper b*tch (At all)