Lyrics
Know that I'm runnin' the game (Yeah)
Purple is all in my veins (Yeah)
Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
Yo, how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I've been in the back, killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all blow?
Well, this shit is all I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (Yeah)
Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Now you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack, a little bit, don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows
Like naw, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jack
And I be poppin' them tags
Like naw, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game sound the God damn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play and the metaphors at?
What y'all make, I could never call rap
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' motherfuckers had better fall back
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we're runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
It's fuckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of fuckin' discussion
Yeah, maybe right now but it's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap
When they hear real shit no copyin' that
And they all gon' see yo' rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
Gonna hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash
I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip—hop in its tracks
But we ain't even kill it, it's evolved
Fuck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball
It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
Fuck mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
Y'all think you dope, but that's just illusion
Say you will, but I don't ever prove it
I'm the leader of the fuckin' revolution
Go get prepared for y'all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and the
Women they be gettin' but wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game but
You rappin' the same and I put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out
Wanna find the best route, follow me, I put 'em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the
Game, stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
Homie that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt (Yeah, yeah)
Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought
Fuck that, you gotta stay different
Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight trippin'
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a fuckin' artist, who's done with all this
Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but you suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' fuckin' lawless
Better tuck your chain and fuckin' run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green, but I'm a fuckin' goblin
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
I bom bom, hit 'em with the stone—cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow, bring 'em on the po—po, never been
Mumble rappers shut your fuckin' mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin' me to fuckin' dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
Like blah!
Fuck it, I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would kill it and blaze a track
When flows were different and everybody would state some facts
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best, just tryin' to save rap