Letter to the Rap Game
Icewear Vezzo
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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) F*ck 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 f*ck and keep it movin' Heard you wanna keep her (Niggas goofy) F*ck would make you niggas Think we not different? (F*ck) 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 f*ck 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 F*ck 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?
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Written by: CHIVEZ SMITH, CHRISTOPHER MURPHY
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