Letter to the Rap Game
What? Run it up
Drank God check, nigga
Ayy, Breed, I'ma jump on this bitch
(Drakey gang, nigga)
We gon' jump down, nigga, ayy yeah (What?)
Said I was done with the game
Now I'm back in it (yeah)
It was over for a minute
now I'm back winnin' (Bitch)
We too heavy with this paper
Niggas act timid
My raps like an empty closet
Ain't no cap in it (Nope)
Fuck that young money, we got Carter money
(Big paper)
Left the stove on and left the water runnin'
(Skrrt) letter to the rap game, bitch
I'm the hardest comin' at the mall
Tell your bitch that I bought her somethin'
(Hah)
Ridin' Bentley, tan seats like a Butterfinger
Brodie always droppin' shit
He got butterfingers (yeah)
Thigh pad in my pocket 'bout a hundred meters
I just only fuck and keep it movin'
Heard you wanna keep her (Niggas goofy)
Fuck would make you niggas
Think we not different? (Fuck)
You want the clout, I want the pape'
We even plot different
They goin' up like 5G and I got stock in it
(5G) went to jail and I got shot, bitch
I'm a hot nigga (Ghetto boy)
Know a nigga doin' ten pickin' up his phone
(Real) know a nigga that got twenty
Gettin' on the road (Real)
My dog doin' two flat 'cause he had a pole
And I know some niggas that went
Free because they fuckin' told
(Fuckin' told)
Did a little time, that was baby work (yeah)
Runnin' niggas right up top
Where that paperwork?
(Where that work, nigga?)
When it wasn't enough, bitch, we made it work
(Make it work)
Told my niggas I'ma put 'em on
I gotta make it first (Gang shit)
Never shed a tear 'less my daughter made me
(Made me) bitch, I'm plugged on every
End like starter cables (For real)
Nigga took a lot of losses
But it hardly fazed me
When you on your own time
Niggas call you lazy
Sellin' hard like the MIA, that's my baby
Yeah, I fuck with Wavy Gang, bitch
I'm part of the Navy
I go hard for my babies
You go hard for your ratings
I be in my own lane, bitch
I ain't part of no race
(I ain't part of no race)
I'ma win either way, shit
I started with options (yeah)
Used to move around hatin', bitch
You part of the problem
(Part of the problem)
Iced Up in Birmingham, bitch
I party with mobsters
Heard the feds bookin' niggas like
They part of a college (What?)
I just cashed another check
Time to lawyer up (yeah)
Money long as Beacon Field, nigga, warrant up
(Warrant up, nigga)
Wrist froze, need a heat
Still ain't warm enough
Fuck niggas, I ain't lockin' in
'less we pourin' up, ugh
Keep it like that (Letter to the rap game)
We ain't lockin' in, nigga (Drank God)
Real street shit, what?