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?