Shout-out Rap

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Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro-Spoken]
"Ey, whaddup dawg?"
("Tryin' tuh get this big ass baddie up in muh caddie. You runnin' straight brotha?")
"Shit mane, you know me, jus' tryna make ends meet."
[Verse 1-Melodic rap]
"I'm runnin' shit straight, I'm up on dat game,
I'm a super gremlin, I can't be tamed.
I got dat dawg, but won't chase a bitch,
They call me Ludacris, I'm jus' a dick.
If you be down with it, you can get pissed off.
Don't tell anyone, R. Kelly might jack off.
If you actin' suspicious, I'm gonna snoop,
Fucked with my D Oh double G, get slammed like a hoop. I feel like Y G, but some brothas ain't straight, On like Lamar, talkin' tuh Drake.
Gettin' abused or catchin' a case,
I got a satellite, feel Kevin Gates.
Murder on my mind, or a glock in my 'rari.
J. Cole flipped Kendrick, then he said sorry,
Melly got locked up, problem child like Carti.
Eminem raps, but he's not really Slim,
Even after tryna be him again, canceling culture run rabid on men.
A tyga, conniva, cold jus' like Ice cube.
If I was meek with the meaning, I wouldn't make mills.
[Chorus]
I'm on muh grind, ain't got no time,
if you wan' beef, jus' get in the line.
I'm fulla bars, all natural rhymes,
If words were the law, would I be a crime?
I'm on muh grind, ain't got no time,
if you feelin' goofy, jus' hyuck your own mind.
I'm fulla bars, all natural rhymes,
If I was the law, would bitches be mine?
[Verse 2-Rhythmic rap]
East or West, Crip or a Blood,
Come meet my homie, he got dat bud.
Bringin' the light, ain't no transition,
If you swap sides, yo ass be trippin'.
I play my position, perfectly fire,
Don't get offended, I cut to the wire.
Back tuh before, focused on prior..
(A'ight, let's go!)
[Quick rap]
Some rappers, dey got it major, ultimate player, any woman in the world, but minors are favored. Dat shit diabolical, fire on alcohol, if you ain't mean diamonds, I might have tuh kill yuh.  Jus' like Jay Z an' Beyoncé puttin' a list fulla hits, puffing like Diddy, abusin' the chicks. If she ain't the greatest, an' he not the shit, you finna be missin', new cannon event. Accidents happen in tandem sometimes, jus' look at Aaliyah, M J, Left Eye. I'd say more, but I don't wanna die (yet).
[Chorus]
I'm on muh grind, ain't got no time,
if you wan' beef, jus' get in line.
I'm fulla bars, natural rhymes.
[Verse 3]
When Drake fucks with Fort Minor, what is it called? Wiz Khalifa, what about Mia? Lil Jon can bring shots while Nicki relieves her.
Money said T Y, got dolla signs. 
Ye asked which way, got pointed West. His mind went south, his head is hollow, it came with a cost. Opened his mouth, Hitler came out, I'm moving on, subject too strong.
[Chorus]
Get on yuh grind, get on yuh grind, 
Untouched like Roy Jones,
Unstoppable like Rick Ross,
Can't find no humor in takin' a loss.
Be yo own boss.
[Outro-Spoken]
"If I talked to Megan thee Stallion, would I still be a stallion?"
(Fuck's wrong with you?!)
"A'ight, but did R. Kelly really get in trouble over pee? Did he?"
(-Bruh. Shut the fuck up.)