Packy - Dear Rap Game lyrics
[Packy - Dear Rap Game lyrics]
Dear rap game, back on my BS
Sincerely yours, young Pack, oh, and PS
I'm sick of all
These trollin'-ass, stuntin'-ass, clown-ass
No talent havin'-ass, lazy-ass rappers
Punchin' every line like they crazy asthmatic
Bling below freezing, music below average
Fuck are y'all sayin'? Swear
You mentally challenged
Dare you try and come at me on
A beat and do some damage
You amateur, you a flash in the pan
I got the stamina yeah
Viagra, I go fucking hard yeah
I be on the mic, y'all in front of cameras
Stomping yard
If I get a hit, it won't be an accident
Bumper cars Skrrt my days chilling all gone
I was comfortable being big fish, small pond
Now I'm back on my underdog Roof
The unknown juggernaut
Y'all gonna duck or nah? Uppercut so hard
Hit you in the upper jaw Bang
Killin' it since rap was my other job
I'm the only one to save me
Who my "Wonderwall?"
You will never know where I'm at
You a gutterball you won't get a pin from me
Pull strings on you bitches
Like a motherfucking symphony
Always did it differently
Thank me that she faithful 'cause trust
She would sin for me
Little Pat with the backpack rap flow
Turned Rambo, game turned me to an asshole
Grab dough like I'm polite
Say you over bars, well you
Set 'em quite low, no wonder
Listen up, this is "How to spit a flow 101"
A, read a book, B and C, read some other ones
D, put your heart in that spit
Lotta people just regurgitatin' popular shit
We could see though e though
Shoot shots 'til they like free-throws
Wash the competition, rinse and repeat those
Can't guarantee success
But, if you work your ass off
I can guarantee at least respect
I don't fuck with none of these
Buzzin' for some other reason
Rappers, remember when the
Fucking meaning mattered?
Shake hands, I feel like I'm meeting actors
So I'm never out looking like
A swinging batter Swing
Now I'm pissed, I can't hold my bladder
Y'all just get pimped while I own my masters
I am not rich but I keep my balance
Y'all somebody's bitch
Talk like you the shit i can't stand it
This the type of thing that happen when real
MC's pushed to the brink and we snap
And people wanna act like we a dying breed
Real rap still alive 'long as I can breathe
Packy
Sincerely yours, young Pack, oh, and PS
I'm sick of all
These trollin'-ass, stuntin'-ass, clown-ass
No talent havin'-ass, lazy-ass rappers
Punchin' every line like they crazy asthmatic
Bling below freezing, music below average
Fuck are y'all sayin'? Swear
You mentally challenged
Dare you try and come at me on
A beat and do some damage
You amateur, you a flash in the pan
I got the stamina yeah
Viagra, I go fucking hard yeah
I be on the mic, y'all in front of cameras
Stomping yard
If I get a hit, it won't be an accident
Bumper cars Skrrt my days chilling all gone
I was comfortable being big fish, small pond
Now I'm back on my underdog Roof
The unknown juggernaut
Y'all gonna duck or nah? Uppercut so hard
Hit you in the upper jaw Bang
Killin' it since rap was my other job
I'm the only one to save me
Who my "Wonderwall?"
You will never know where I'm at
You a gutterball you won't get a pin from me
Pull strings on you bitches
Like a motherfucking symphony
Always did it differently
Thank me that she faithful 'cause trust
She would sin for me
Little Pat with the backpack rap flow
Turned Rambo, game turned me to an asshole
Grab dough like I'm polite
Say you over bars, well you
Set 'em quite low, no wonder
Listen up, this is "How to spit a flow 101"
A, read a book, B and C, read some other ones
D, put your heart in that spit
Lotta people just regurgitatin' popular shit
We could see though e though
Shoot shots 'til they like free-throws
Wash the competition, rinse and repeat those
Can't guarantee success
But, if you work your ass off
I can guarantee at least respect
I don't fuck with none of these
Buzzin' for some other reason
Rappers, remember when the
Fucking meaning mattered?
Shake hands, I feel like I'm meeting actors
So I'm never out looking like
A swinging batter Swing
Now I'm pissed, I can't hold my bladder
Y'all just get pimped while I own my masters
I am not rich but I keep my balance
Y'all somebody's bitch
Talk like you the shit i can't stand it
This the type of thing that happen when real
MC's pushed to the brink and we snap
And people wanna act like we a dying breed
Real rap still alive 'long as I can breathe
Packy