Trabo - Outro Lyrics

Yo, you ain't heard of me? That's great
Well, you about to see
What I am made of, what I can do
You better hang on, 'cause I got, I got a lot to do, look

I go by the name of Trabo
If you just got that, you're a bit late, bro
I don't really care for none of the hate so
You can zip it, 'cause I'm 'bout to take it away, oh
I don't really wanna make it in the rap game
I don't really care if I do or don't have fame
It ain't really funny, if you wanna go and laugh, hey
It don't matter what ya say, I ain't gonna hit the brakes
'Cause I'm gassed up, I ain't finna get passed up
I am pretty fast, I ain't saying I'm the master
All these other rappers I could never match up
But the whole lot of 'em talking 'bout bad stuff
Me? I'm a Christian rapper
If you ever hear this, listen, rappers
There's so much more than money, drugs, sex
But that's all you talk about, saying you the best
'Cause ya got sick flows, and ya bring a little heat
Ya got fat stacks, but your lines are cheap
All you ever wanna do is talk about me
Yeah, that really ain't hard to see
I get it, rap is a competitive sport
But I feel like a lot of rappers come up short
White man can't jump, white man can't rap
Wait, here I am, making everybody clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
I am feeling like a Titan, take your best shot
Better go for the head, or else, I'll snap
You'll be like, "I ain't feeling too hot"
I wanna see balance but I'm so erratic
Some might say I'm a bit enigmatic
Putting myself out there don't come automatic
But it all comes to me when I start rapping
Jump on a track and I'm finna smash it
Even if I end up coming in last then
At least I can say that I did my best
And I do it for God, man, forget the rest