Babyface Ray – Real Niggas Don’t Rap (Audio, Lyrics)

Babyface Ray is here with “Real Niggas Don’t Rap” produced by Markie Beats. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

Babyface Ray Real Niggas Don’t Rap

It’s an exciting time in Detroit. Over the past few years, its local scene began catching national attention, once again. Of course, the D is also home to some of the greatest MCs to ever touch a mic but the young generations of rappers coming out are reinvigorating the sound and style to represent something new.

Babyface Ray is currently one of the most promising new rappers to emerge out of Detroit. Though he’s no new face to the game, the release of Unfuckwitable has certainly expanded his demographic. The project, which dropped on Friday, kicks off with a sobering train of thought on “Real N***as Don’t Rap.” Looking at his roots in the streets, he opens the track reflecting on the young kids in his neighbourhood who’ve turned to the streets. “What I’m supposed to tell my young niggas?/ Wild and don’t give a fuck, a 100k it ain’t enough/ Pandemic has been boring, I been runnin’ money up,” he raps off the top over spacey production.

Babyface Ray – Real Niggas Don’t Rap (prod. Markie Beats)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, Markie done turnt that shit up
How I’m ‘posed to tell my niggas stop gettin’ money?

[Verse]
What I’m supposed to tell my young niggas? (Yeah)
Wild and don’t give a fuck, a 100k it ain’t enough (Nigga)
Pandemic has been boring, I been runnin’ money up (Yeah)
How can these niggas hate me? I been showing only love
I caught a baddie in the airport, wanna get her tummy tuck
Damn you look good, she said “Nah I look great” (Yes)
Skin like honey with a Coke bottle shape (Yeah)
Squeeze it ’til it’s empty on yo’ lil’ pretty face (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I took her to the club, she consider it a date
Money flying, these bitches wanna go wit’ me
Fall in line, I’m pullin’ up four-hundred deep
She want time, you know I rather hug the street
I know some street niggas don’t rap (They don’t rap at all)
Yeah, I know some millionaires don’t rap (Don’t touch the money)
I know some real killers don’t rap (Real)
Ayy I’m a real nigga, no rap (Ayy)
They asking questions, like “How I really feel about it?” (Mhm)
Shit I’m cool, if I can get a million out it (Double up)
I slept on air mattress, on a mat
No money, no hope of blowing up off rap
Nigga brought his ho around, she cut her eye, I double back (Yeah)
Niggas jogging in place, so right now I’m running lap (I’m running lap)
The top feel better than the bottom, I admit (Whole lot)
Ooh you wet, fuck these niggas, show yo’ wrist (What up)
Rap niggas got rap beef, make a diss (Why)
Fuck that, I counted up a hundred making this
You scared to let your nuts hang, you won’t ever take a risk (Crazy)
We talking ’bout some money, I guess you can live without it (Shut the fuck up)
The ride a little longer when you out here living honest (Living honest nigga)
I was getting hungry, tryna ride to Benihana
Four in the morning, out here playing spin the bottle (What)
Spin off in the truck before I turn, I’m getting swallowed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Babygirl called, said “She having nigga problems”
You ain’t gotta pout, you can get this shit, I got it (I got it)
20k in Saks, I’m just dressing up my closet (Real)
Nine in the morning and I’m catching a deposit
I know some street niggas don’t rap (They don’t rap at all, yeah)
I know some millionaires don’t rap (Yeah)
(Don’t touch the money)
I know some real killers don’t rap (Real)
Ayy I’m a real nigga, no rap (Ayy)
You acting funny, you a rapper huh?
She’ll blow herself better than a vacuum, huh (Yeah)
Shit tight so you hope that she don’t ask for nothing (Yeah)
But when she do, you gon’ tell her “That you stackin, huh?” (Ayy)
Yeah, move through the crowd with charisma
Make ya ho move without speaking like Matilda
I done did numbers on the 7k fielder (Facts)
Pull up, serve a nigga in his hood, I ain’t trippin’ (Where you at?)
Face in his laptop, he said he got a ticket now (Yeah)
POA got you living like you moving chickens, huh? (Oh, yeah)
Bro said his Rollie’ been Patek, get a Richard now (Oh, yeah)
Boy said it right, fuck a number and that shit en route (No cap)

[Outro]
No cap, no cap, no cap
(Shit en route, shit en route)