Letter To Da Rap Game

(アルバム： T.R.U. Realigion - 2011)

[2 Chainz:]
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

Chef what's happening, Ghost what's up
Wu-Tang Clan, they ain't nothin to fuck, wait
2 Chainz ain't nothing to fuck with
Need search warrants 'cause these niggas is suspects
All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject

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

Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Two 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
Having me thinking we were gon' make some real money
Came from the streets, I'm a beast, capiche?
Like my dick in the mailbox when the bills come, oh!
And hey rap game, the real coming
The way I'm murking these niggas hope your will coming
And when you're numb, it's kind of hard to feel something
I'm the type to get rich and still hustle, yeah
And before I leave let me say this, play this
Have my niggas dead or in jail like Asics
Face it, back to the basics
2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest

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

[Dolla Boy:]
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, niggas 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'ma 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
Motherfucker

[2 Chainz:]
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

[Raekwon:]
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies
Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some Gucci's
It's a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments
Yo, bank roll was all we ever needed
While niggas was weeded, playing spades, pumping crack in Adidas
Just fly, young with heart, I sift in the park
Then made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah fuck who you are
Guns on us, I make you cry like onions, come through
Stay in your lane, peep the name, we done this
I was legend then, now my paper stretching, yeah, that's him
Gold Aston, rocking glasses, high class actress
Villas, movie-making gorillas, 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?