2 Chainz, Dolla Boy, Raekwon - Letter To Da Rap Game lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[2 Chainz, Dolla Boy, Raekwon - Letter To Da Rap Game lyrics]
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 happenin', 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
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
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
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?
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 happenin', 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
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
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
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?