SlimJayy - The End lyrics

[Intro] Haha.... Uh—Yeah SlimJayy Gotta finish this up It's the end—uh [Verse 1:] I was born Hip-Hop Show up destroy and leave With a belief that rap was made for me Like dogs are made from China see I built my dynasty off of the people who lied to me I'm hated on and written inside your diary I'm a rap addict, attached to rap cause I'm good at it I try to practice on my rhymes, don't get lost in the attic Next to a portrait of a dragon and a box of magnets Wow, I'm a New York ratchet Hispanic, mixed with a prep boy Late night's don't accept noise Except when I'm looking fly like kids throwing Clark Kent toys I wanna rap about something that you relate to That's why I stepped away from money and d** That ain't you I'd rather rap about my life and the type of girls I like And how I'm tighter than three fat women on a packed flight You can laugh and say that everything I say is whack But lay back in your Maybach Turn on your system and play it back Play it over and over 'til you respect me 'Til you don't forget me 'Til you blast my tape without regretting it Oh—Jharrel Jerome is now SlimJayy? Whoa—Jharrel Jerome just made a mixtape?! And he always says he sick Wait—and he spits great And he don't even know yet if the mixtape went great (What?) I guess it's what you say right? Damn, your game is on the left Cause you don't play right Girl you're messing with the wrong guy, no date night I'm not a shorter version of Richard, I'm an okay guy I just got off my first topic Damn SlimJayy, I got my turning signals on And I'm about to switch lanes Like Superman switching girls with the same name Get it? Lois Lane—switch lanes?! (Um... okay) [Hook] No more fake MCs No more wannabes It's the end of the chapter Write your summary Goodbye, goodbye But for now, put your hands up—like freeze Stand up high please It's the end [Verse 2] I'm sitting here in the same spot, while my brain rots And fame got me scared, what if my game drops? Got that same knot in my stomach When I spit—I spit tight ropes that I'm stuck in This is my track—I run it But this ain't no track meet bu*ter fingers can't catch me In fact G, I'm all up in your face - acne And they ask me, "Why you think you're really hot?" Well I got slapped by the Devil while chillin' in a pot So I guess that makes me hot Nah—that makes me fire That makes me attached to this game You better grab your plier You better grab a set of flyers I'll make you retire, you wanna be at the top? Go smoke and get higher Good question, what made me interested in rap? Actually, it was Eminem's "Infinite" track And then from that I just wrote on a piece of scrap With a black pen And wrote something that made haters fall back And I just kept writing every night When I was vibing to the Tribe And every other ill MC back in the 90's I always wish I wasn't born so late So I could wait on line and get a 2Pac tape But now everybody's online getting YouTube Wait—back up, how we go from 2Pac and now 2Chainz? I wish we had two brains so we could think more Hip-Hop's dying you mainstream should sing more [Hook] No more fake MCs No more wannabes It's the end of the chapter Write your summary Goodbye, goodbye But for now put your hands up—like freeze Stand up—high please It's the end [Outro] Yeah—The End And I'm ready to blast off Other rappers back off I'm bringing Hip-Hop back, Hip-Hop back SlimJayy—Feel My Lyrics