Wrapping Ain't Dead E

Uh-huh. Yeah, you know who it is. It's the Gaffer, me and my brother. You know, young Stiff, AKA Jimmy Conway. And you know, we chilling. So we gonna get it started with this right Rawbros. com. Rawbros. com. It's called Rapping Ain't Dead. Shouts out to the Holiday Hills Productions, y'all Already know. All right, Cons, Let's get this countdown on the way, And let's get this mixtape rolling. Yo, you're listening Michael Milly, Milly, Milly, Milly. They think they from London, they think they From England. They think they make all the island Look wack. Haters, motherfucking, y'all, Y'all niggas can't even touch me. We millionaires ballers, coming at you live now. We about to get this wave started. Millionaires, yo, Mike will tell 'em. Hey, Test, what you saying? I never say the same thing twice. Oh, yeah. 'Cause I mean it, I don't say Just what I think's nice. Are you really about that life? You better think twice. Yeah. Tina touch you in your head, you won't Think twice. Oh, yeah. Youngins play my COD and make they tings right. It's like machines, get 'em warning, make they tings Rice. Pause. See, most my homies been sliced. So they'll do it and run off, won't even Blink twice. Look at the world through my thin Eyes. Uh. Where the goons are due to suck You if your bling's nice. Check. And the bad girls will suck you if Your ring's nice. Yeah, hussies. Stay true and make sure your stick rings nice. Sticks nice. Loud haze what my weed like. And the budge is good, so how you asking What it bees like? Uh. I love the smell of new J's, I live A fiend life. My don just caught a stiff 10, now he needs Nikes. My don just caught a stiff 10, now he Needs Nikes. Good. Youngins getting IPP and they ain't seen life. Nah. Life of a real G, we keep our Gs tight. For And trapping ain't dead, the kiddies Still need light. Trapping ain't dead, the kiddies still need light. And rapping ain't dead, a nigga still needs mics. Uh. I was with Sally selling shells by the Seaside. Hey. But I'm just chilling, never far from The street lights. I'm never far from the street lights. We came a long way from playing Street Fight. Now it's Streets of Rage, make sure your heat Beats nice. Your girl's head ain't all that, But the beats nice. Welcome to my city where the Gs ride. Bunch of skinny niggas up late, trying to bleach Guys. Donny swearing he fly, ain't never seen these Heights. If I ain't getting money, I can't sleep, I'm trying to sleep tight. And every donny cross my country got the same Motto. Get money, live life, and stay away from Obo. They trying to take what's yours, Let 'em take hollows. Shoot. Protect your family, don't fall for no fake Models. Listen. Yeah, you done know, I'll never hit You with wack flow. I rap for my dons, But these girls love my songs though. Big spliffs, we bundle. Ooh. Big fifth, that long nose. Free all my young bros. New Jordans, they want those. My don just caught a stiff 10, now he Needs Nikes. Youngins getting IPP and they ain't Seen life. Life of a real G, we keep Our Gs tight. And trapping ain't dead, The kiddies still need light. Trapping ain't dead, the kiddies still need light. That's right. And rapping ain't dead, a nigga still Needs mics. Oh, yeah. I was with Sally selling Shells by the seaside. Hey. But I'm just chilling, never far from the Street lights That's right. We just chilling, you know. Laid back in the cut. But the work don't Stop. We always grinding. A'ight