Sonreal Shits Epic Lyrics
Shits Epic by SonReal
I write sounds,
Don't write for the hype
Don't write for the light type buns
I drop bombs
And I ain't stopping 'till I'm
I'm copping what I'm wanting, motherfucker,
Here we go!
Y'all know my speed low hero
Save my city from them cheese oh be ro
Hommie, I'm singing my ass off like I'm J-Lo
Ladi dadi dadi bitches wanna party
But my I'm pulling the kool aids
Keep on spitting, shit retarded
I don't rap about you nerds
I don't rap about Bugattiz
I don't rap about rapping circles
My rappers are body body
Do it for the fans, don't d it for the shine
Don't do it for the obs, I'll do it for the grind
I do it for the mamma, don't do it for the time, now
You can never really say when I'm in my prime rim
Lobbidy labs don't mean a lot,
When I'm diggidie dancing y'all seem to pop
Without them you'd probably wouldn't be a lot
Just a normal ass kid who dream a lot
Fuck boys, don't see a lot
Keep telling me that I don't keep a G a lot
'Cause I don't talk about giving girls D a lot
I guess being myself is who I be a lot
What is real, what is real, what is real,
I don't know, I guess before I leave,
There's something you gon'feel
WOOOOOOOOO
I say, I say, yeah, I say
Shit's epic, shit's epoc
This dream I believe in
I guess I had no reasons
Pick it up
I ain't pick it up
Want to live it really but I never live it up
Mather of fact, I've been thinking about gotta give it up
But my hommie tell me that I'm realy ill as fuck
So I wrote the hook down
Barely look down
All it took now
Was a good sound
Write the verse and layed it down
And when I layed her down I just played her loud
Like
Everything you ever wanted, you can have it
That right there, is why I do this
I was gonna be the coolest!
Now, motherfucker, I'm gonna be the ... man
I wake up in the morning, I ain't gotta be a different body
Why is be a knife on, why you have a Nike on?
Wrap it in my face with the flash of the light on
Number one to give a writer something to bite on
Say cheese for the cameraman
You know Sprout number one grammar man
The guy hits like RMZ Rhambaland
Womanized, now I wanna make my grandma see a Grammy, man
Hey, exit exit, don't read the text, the performance's better
Go check the song, get your critique on
Don't write for the hype
Don't write for the light type buns
I drop bombs
And I ain't stopping 'till I'm
I'm copping what I'm wanting, motherfucker,
Here we go!
Y'all know my speed low hero
Save my city from them cheese oh be ro
Hommie, I'm singing my ass off like I'm J-Lo
Ladi dadi dadi bitches wanna party
But my I'm pulling the kool aids
Keep on spitting, shit retarded
I don't rap about you nerds
I don't rap about Bugattiz
I don't rap about rapping circles
My rappers are body body
Do it for the fans, don't d it for the shine
Don't do it for the obs, I'll do it for the grind
I do it for the mamma, don't do it for the time, now
You can never really say when I'm in my prime rim
Lobbidy labs don't mean a lot,
When I'm diggidie dancing y'all seem to pop
Without them you'd probably wouldn't be a lot
Just a normal ass kid who dream a lot
Fuck boys, don't see a lot
Keep telling me that I don't keep a G a lot
'Cause I don't talk about giving girls D a lot
I guess being myself is who I be a lot
What is real, what is real, what is real,
I don't know, I guess before I leave,
There's something you gon'feel
WOOOOOOOOO
I say, I say, yeah, I say
Shit's epic, shit's epoc
This dream I believe in
I guess I had no reasons
Pick it up
I ain't pick it up
Want to live it really but I never live it up
Mather of fact, I've been thinking about gotta give it up
But my hommie tell me that I'm realy ill as fuck
So I wrote the hook down
Barely look down
All it took now
Was a good sound
Write the verse and layed it down
And when I layed her down I just played her loud
Like
Everything you ever wanted, you can have it
That right there, is why I do this
I was gonna be the coolest!
Now, motherfucker, I'm gonna be the ... man
I wake up in the morning, I ain't gotta be a different body
Why is be a knife on, why you have a Nike on?
Wrap it in my face with the flash of the light on
Number one to give a writer something to bite on
Say cheese for the cameraman
You know Sprout number one grammar man
The guy hits like RMZ Rhambaland
Womanized, now I wanna make my grandma see a Grammy, man
Hey, exit exit, don't read the text, the performance's better
Go check the song, get your critique on