That Part

[Intro]
Pulled up clean
You can’t even park
Everything I say hit
Say it with me
(that part)
[Verse 1]
I keep it real, you just been fake
You play tough, I raise the stakes
You move funny, I move smart
You talk big, I live that part (that part)
Your rent money what I tip on a date
You flex once a month, I get paid everyday
You chase clout, I chase charts
You chase women, I break hearts (that part)
Your shoes dusty, mine stay rare
You stand in line, I get pairs prepared
You got one fit, I switch wardrobes
You post tags, I own stores, bro (that part)
You share chains, I share game
You bought views, I built name
You throw shade, I throw darts
You throw tantrums, I throw parties (that part)
[Chorus]
I keep it real, you just been fake
We ain’t the same, let’s get that straight
Every time they compare, I go too hard
He do a lil’ somethin’, I do that part (that part)
Talk about money? I’m that part (that part)
Talk about drip? I’m that part (that part)
Talk about stroke? I’m that part (that part)
Anything fly, I’m that part (that part)
[Verse 2]
You split bills, I split checks
You send texts, I get neck (that part)
You beg favors, I sign breasts
You talk dirty, I leave beds wrecked (that part)
You throw fits, I throw stacks
You go Dutch, I buy land
You cuff quick, I expand
You post quotes, I post stamps (that part)
You still brag ’bout first name brands
I wear pieces you can’t even scan
You want likes, I want land deeds
You want her, she want me (that part)
Your lil’ rollie came used from a pawn
Mine hit different when it catch dawn
You got smoke, I got guards
You got dreams, I got yards (that part)
[Chorus]
I keep it real, you just been fake
We ain’t the same, let’s get that straight
Every time they compare, I go too hard
He do a lil’ somethin’, I do that part (that part)
Talk about money? I’m that part (that part)
Talk about drip? I’m that part (that part)
Talk about stroke? I’m that part (that part)
Anything fly, I’m that part (that part)

rap, Hard, modern trap banger with male vocals; swung hi-hats, snarling 808s, and dark bell plucks. Verses stay tight and punchy with space for ad-libs, hook explodes with stacked gang vocals on “that part.” Occasional tape stop drops before punchline lines, subtle stereo delays on select end words, and a cocky, close-mic vocal mix right in the listener’s face., fake, hip hop