Letter To The Rap Game

(album: Robbin Season 2 - 2020)

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 winning (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 running (Skrrt)
Letter to the rap game, bitch, I'm the hardest coming
At the mall, tell your bitch that I bought her something (Hah)
Riding Bentley, tan seats like a Butterfinger
Brodie always dropping shit, he got butterfingers (Yeah)
Thigh pad in my pocket 'bout a hundred meters
I just only fuck and keep it moving, 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 going 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 doing ten picking up his phone (Real)
Know a nigga that got twenty getting on the road (Real)
My dog doing two flat 'cause he had a pole
And I know some niggas that went free because they fucking told (Fucking told)
Did a little time, that was baby work (Yeah)
Running 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
Selling 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 hating, bitch, you part of the problem (Part of the problem)
Iced Up in Birmingham, bitch, I party with mobsters
Heard the feds booking 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 locking in 'less we pouring up, ugh

Keep it like that (Letter to the rap game)
We ain't locking in, nigga (Drank God)
Real street shit, what?