Letter To The Game

I ain't trynna stunt and
Take pictures anymore
I ain’t fucking with the game
If it don't make me richer anymore
It was late 2012 when the gang
Bought blickys for the war
Bro got stabbed up ever since then I've said
I ain’t rolling round with
Any flickys anymore

I'm whipping up crack
But I was the buyer cause
I need a little more
Communicating with my shooter on Lyca
I'm having evil thoughts
Shotty shells it will turn over a micra
And it penetrates doors
They said all I rap about is bitches
My nigga I'll penetrate yours
And I told my mother I'm sorry but
Right now you ain't gotta worry
She sucking my dick like a lolly, I'm Young
Rich and real that made me cocky
DBE the hottest in the game that's for real
That’s why they copy
My nigga standing to the right gonna hit
A nigga if they wrong me
I thought the streets was a mess
But the rap game even faker
The streets was my first wifey I
Remember when we first made love
When I was in the cell you kept me going
We didn’t break up
You told me to play my position and
Watch how a young nigga came up

I ain't trynna stunt and
Take pictures anymore
I ain’t fucking with the game if
It don't make me richer anymore
It was late 2012 when the gang
Bought blickys for the war
I ain't rolling round with
Any flickys anymore

In the judges my nigga pop
A nigga like champagne
Oh well what a damn shame
Extended the clip got the beam
For the long range, my nigga gone insane
I see these bitches go down for some
YSL heels, girl go pay your bills, yeah
See These rappers in the person
They act like they real
Nigga act like a film yeah
At 18 I bussdown my AP to stainless bitch
No nigga was taking it
Rolling with blickys took risks
That we taking it
No rules now we breaking it
I Lost loyalty and love
Through all my relationships
Tell mummy I'm making it
They asking me favours they think
They know how I live
Bro I thought you was a g
Heard you weren’t happy for me
Heard you been capping on me
Heard a few things in the streets
Heard you got lost in those streets, yeah
Growing up was hard out here
So I still feed the thugs out here
Fake niggas don't last out here you can
Die for my chain if you dare

I ain't trynna stunt and
Take pictures anymore
I ain't fucking with the game if
It don't make me richer anymore
It was late 2012 when the gang
Bought blickys for the war
Bro got stabbed up ever since then I've said
I ain't rolling with any flickys anymore

I'm whipping up crack
But I was the buyer cause
I need a little more
Communicating with my shooter on Lyca
I'm having evil thoughts
Shotty shells will turn over a
Micra And it penetrates doors
They said all I rap about is bitches
My nigga I'll penetrate yours