Authentic Hip-Hop lyrics

[Intro:]
I think this intro should be more dramatic
Ah man
It’s LL season, let’s ride!
Hands up, hands up
Hands up, slip into the bath salt
[Hook:]
(Push it) never ‘cus I have to

(Intro)
No cut
Pure raw
We sold out
You bought more
(Verse 1)
It was meant to be
Hip hop died, reincarnated through me
Now the promoters gotta double my fee
'Cause these pop melodies ain't fucking with me

One more time
I want it to be perfect
Ah man
She got a lot of game, B
She's so ratchet, she's so ratchet
But she's so bad we could throw cash at it
First I'm gonna smash it, then I'm gonna leave it
You ain't gonna do me like you did, hear me
I'mma get my (can I have some cash?)

Featuring Joe
I'ma do the whole joint again
Looking at my Rollie, it's about that time
For me to paint pictures on the walls in your mind
These quality masterpieces are hard to find
That's why from 6 to 9 they stand online
I feel like an underdog coming from behind

(Hook) x2
I say whaddup
I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
I say whaddup
Here’s your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
(Verse 1)
Time to put ‘em in the dirt, somebody gettin hurt