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letra de letter to the rap game - icewear vezzo

[intro]
what?
run it up
drank god
check, n-gga
ayy, breed, i’ma jump on this b-tch (drakey gang, n-gga)
we gon’ jump down, n-gga, ayy
yeah (what?)

[verse]
said i was done with the game, now i’m back in it (yeah)
it was over for a minute, now i’m back winnin’ (b-tch)
we too heavy with this paper, n-ggas act timid
my raps like an empty closet, ain’t no cap in it (nope)
f-ck that young money, we got carter money (big paper)
left the stove on and left the water runnin’ (skrrt)
letter to the rap game, b-tch, i’m the hardest comin’
at the mall, tell your b-tch that i bought her somethin’ (hah)
ridin’ bentley, tan seats like a b-tterfinger
brodie always droppin’ sh-t, he got b-tterfingers (yeah)
thigh pad in my pocket ’bout a hundred meters
i just only f-ck and keep it movin’, heard you wanna keep her (n-ggas goofy)
f-ck would make you n-ggas think we not different? (f-ck)
you want the clout, i want the pape’, we even plot different
they goin’ up like 5g and i got stock in it (5g)
went to jail and i got shot, b-tch, i’m a hot n-gga (ghetto boy)
know a n-gga doin’ ten pickin’ up his phone (real)
know a n-gga that got twenty gettin’ on the road (real)
my dog doin’ two flat ’cause he had a pole
and i know some n-ggas that went free because they f-ckin’ told (f-ckin’ told)
did a little time, that was baby work (yeah)
runnin’ n-ggas right up top, where that paperwork? (where that work, n-gga?)
when it wasn’t enough, b-tch, we made it work (make it work)
told my n-ggas i’ma put ’em on, i gotta make it first (gang sh-t)
never shed a tear ‘less my daughter made me (made me)
b-tch, i’m plugged on every end like starter cables (for real)
n-gga took a lot of losses, but it hardly fazed me
when you on your own time, n-ggas call you lazy
sellin’ hard like the— mia, that’s my baby
yeah, i f-ck with wavy gang, b-tch, i’m part of the navy
i go hard for my babies, you go hard for your ratings
i be in my own lane, b-tch, i ain’t part of no race (i ain’t part of no race)
i’ma win either way, sh-t, i started with options (yeah)
used to move around hatin’, b-tch, you part of the problem (part of the problem)
iced up in birmingham, b-tch, i party with mobsters
heard the feds bookin’ n-ggas like they part of a college (what?)
i just cashed another check, time to lawyer up (yeah)
money long as beacon field, n-gga, warrant up (warrant up, n-gga)
wrist froze, need a heat, still ain’t warm enough
f-ck n-ggas, i ain’t lockin’ in ‘less we pourin’ up, ugh
[outro]
keep it like that (letter to the rap game)
we ain’t lockin’ in, n-gga (drank god)
real street sh-t, what?

- icewear vezzo

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