Hold Up, Pt. 2: Real Rapper E

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Chicky, you gotta tell 'em. I gotta tell 'em. Yo. Tell I'm a lyrical criminal, bitch, You know I got the genitals. So call me a general because I be calling All the moves. Big Jay-Z, dog, y'all know my Proof. Everything I gotta do. Do this shit for my dogs and for my Daughter too. You already knew. Know that I'm coming through, but I'm a nice Guy, yeah, I got the bro, man, on my-- Oh my God, what the fuck y'all gonna do Now? Man, y'all need help right now. Yeah. Man, I'm running around town with a Motherfucking wiffle ball bat, better hit your ass With that shit, make your brains come out, you Gonna be like, "Goddamn, what now? Now?" Man, what the fuck y'all talking about? Pull your skirt, that's how my car sounds like When I'm in reverse. You need help. No, I just need to rehearse. No, y'all just Need to be in a hearse, but fuck the Bull shit, I'ma give all these motherfuckers a Rebirth. Almost forgot to get, 'cause I'm meant for This. You bitches couldn't wrap me if I handed You the paper and laid under tree. Real recognize real lyrically, y'all hoes can't see Me. You know what it do. Fuck what you like me, you don't have to Like me. No diamonds 'round my neck, But I'm still shining. I driving round in a 'Vette, bitch, I'm living lively. And fuck the gun shit, ho, that's the old Me, the old me. Fuck the fake love, fake shit, it's not for Me. I ain't giving you bitches shit because you Bitches owe me. You better pray to God 'cause I'm taking over every fucking thing you see. Everyone you fucking meet and anything you think Y'all need. Y'all trash ass rappers gonna remember Me. When my name is said, y'all gonna be Running for y'all's heat and gun shit 'cause I'm The one y'all ain't tryna be. You better take your ass to school 'cause you're Fucking up the scene with fake diamonds and teeth. Money speaks, it doesn't make wishes. Fuck what you like me, you don't have to Like me. No diamonds 'round my neck, But I'm still shining. I driving round in a 'Vette, bitch, I'm living Lively. And fuck the gun shit, Ho, that's the old me, the old me. Speaking of the old me, remember way back in The day. You see them girls, they used to Hold me, console me. Wanted to control me, but I'm far too independent. Catch me switching up the whips, but my ride Is never rented. I got cash and quick to Spend it, never blow it in one place. And they said I'm down to Earth, but my Mind's in outer space. Moving fast like it's a race, never keep a Slower pace. And if it ain't about some money, Get the fuck from out my face. Me, I'm broke, it's not the case. Living well within my means. 'Cause if you looking at my life, it ain't Always what it seems. And you can call me what you want, but You don't have to like me. I just do the right thing and that is Word to Spike Lee. Atreyu Eight fifty.