Letter To Da Rap Game歌词
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
This is my letter to the rap game
Hip hop I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Wu-Tang Clan they ain't nothin to **** wait
2 Chainz ain't nothing to **** with
Need search warrants cause these ****** is suspects
All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Came in this ************ hundred grand strong
To be exact grinding the kush pact
Ride with the roof back live with a suit act
Killing em so I am dying my suit black
Dear rap game you are ill homie
Havin me thinking we were gon' make some real money
Came from the streets I'm a beast capiche
Lock my **** in the mail by the bills held
And hey rap game the real comin'
The way I'm murking these ****** hope your will comin'
And when you're numb it's kind of hard to feel somethin'
I'm the type to get rich and still hustle yeah
And before I leave let me say this play this
Have my ****** dead or in jail like Asic
Face it back to the basics
2 Chainz on them *****es looking like Vegas the greatest
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
My worlds coming to an end speaking philosophical
Six's on the coupe when they said it was impossible
Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable
And we breaking bricks down till the last molecule
Cherish the horizon sun blessed party hey
Thinking 'bout this business and it's time that I gave away
Trying to make a plan today ****** on there way
Locked in confinement gotta learn to levitate
And on the inside my instinct I survive
All I got left is pride touchdown I'mma ride
I was raised as a boss
Damn I let a ***** take me off
And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft
Motha****er
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Rocking blood diamonds cooling in the hood with the goons
Came on this Cam is trying to buy us some Guccis
It's a movie made regardless my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans stay in apartments
Bank roll was all we ever needed
While ****** was ****ed playing space and pumping crack in the ceiling
Just fly young with heart I sift in the park
Made sales blazed a few shells yeah who cares who you are
I'm honest I make you cry like onions
Stay in your lane beat the name and we done
I was legend yet now my papar stretching yeah that's it
Go ask the Rocky Glass "I class act "
Villas moving-making guerrillas the willas
The guest-star gun fights squeeze on the squealers
Don't come near me *****
If you don't got no money fear me
Matter fact move it ya hear me