Letter To Da Rap Game

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 f**k wait

2 Chainz ain't nothing to f**k with

Need search warrants cause these niggaz 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 motherf**ker 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 dick in the mail by the bills held

And hey rap game the real comin'

The way I'm murking these niggaz 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 niggaz dead or in jail like Asic

Face it back to the basics

2 Chainz on them bitches 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 niggaz 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 nigga take me off

And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft

Mothaf**ker

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 niggaz was weeded 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 nigga

If you don't got no money fear me

Matter fact move it ya hear me