Gunplay, an American rapper signed to the Def Jam and Maybach Music Group has recently drop his latest material called "Rap Sheet". The track aired earlier on Power 105.1's The Breakfast Club, finds Gunplay talking about his life of crime as he brags "Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun. Check mine!". He recently turned himself in on an outstanding warrant.
Check out Gunplay - Rap Sheet video below. Rap Sheet lyric by Gunplay also available after the jump.
Gunplay Rap Sheet Lyrics :-
Send "Rap Sheet" Ringtone to your Cell 
Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x4)
N-ggas talkin’ gun sh-t, and how they run sh-t
And how they done sh-t, nobody ever done sh-t
N-gga who you burpin’ for? Who you workin’ for?
You a pimp ho? Oh, who you twerkin’ for?
I don’t need a bravo for this novel
I want this message just to travel over gravel
All I want is what I earned, I applied what I learned
Live fast, crash, survived in the burn
Laughed when n-ggas told me that they passed up my turn
Since when you bastards concerned?
Motherf-ckers still hate you if you ash in the urn
If you standin’ on the corner or you pass ‘em on the curb
F-ck ‘em all I’m in the Mall, you just a toilet in my stall
You gotta rock a chain to avoid who you are
P-ssy in the flesh, gush drippin’ down your dress
Conscience died with the rest, so what the f-ck can I confess?
You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, it’s just a front
Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x2)
Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x4)
Check mine, yeah, that check mine
Tech 9, respect mine
Never quit tryin’, told myself “I’mma do better this time”
But that time never came ’round
They tried to stick me up, but I never layed down
They tried to hit us up, but dawg laughed at the sign
Shot back faster than an Aston Martin Mile
Left the ratchet on the ground for the crime
Y’all seen me at my lowest, my poorest
Now see me win awards for fakin’ like a poet
To who I owe it and for who I wrote it, and they know it
For them I praise the Lord, damn who took my life and press the forward?
I ain’t hyped off the hype
Or stunned off the lights
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This sh-t in my palm now, the size of a bite
Yeah I done wrong, but my rhymes only right
Motherf-cker this the mob and my ties only tight
You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, it’s just a front
Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x2)
Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x4)
You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, it’s just a front
Your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x2)
Check mine, your rap sheet ain’t longer than your gun (x4)
Check mine
Send "Rap Sheet" Ringtone to your Cell
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