Gunplay - Rap Sheet lyrics

Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x4]

Niggas talkin’ gun shit, and how they run shit

And how they done shit, nobody ever done shit

Nigga who you burpin’ for? who you workin’ for?

You a pimp ho? oh, who you twerkin’ for?

I don’t need a bravo for this novel

I want this message just to travel over gravel

All I want is what I earned, I applied what I learned

Live fast, crash, survived in the burn

Laughed when niggas told me that they passed up my turn

Since when you bastards concerned?

Motherfuckers still hate you if you ash in the urn

If you standin’ on the corner or you pass ‘em on the curb

Fuck ‘em all I’m in the mall, you just a toilet in my stall

You gotta rock a chain to avoid who you are

Pussy in the flesh, gush drippin’ down your dress

Conscience died with the rest, so what the fuck can I confess?

You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, it’s just a front

Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x2]

Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x4]

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Check mine, yeah, that check mine

Tech 9, respect mine

Never quit tryin’, told myself “I’mma do better this time”

But that time never came ’round

They tried to stick me up, but I never layed down

They tried to hit us up, but dawg laughed at the sign

Shot back faster than an aston martin mile

Left the ratchet on the ground for the crime

Y’all seen me at my lowest, my poorest

Now see me win awards for fakin’ like a poet

To who I owe it and for who I wrote it, and they know it

For them I praise the lord, damn who took my life and press the forward?

I ain’t hyped off the hype

Or stunned off the lights

This shit in my palm now, the size of a bite

Yeah I done wrong, but my rhymes only right

Motherfucker this the mob and my ties only tight

You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, it’s just a front

Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x2]

Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x4]

You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, it’s just a front

Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x2]

Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun [x4]

Check mine