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 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



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

Havin 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 comin'

The way I'm murking these niggas hope your will comin'

And when you're numb, it's kind of hard to feel somethin'

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 Asic

Face it, back to the basics

2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest



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



My world's 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'mma 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

Mothafucker



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



Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies

Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some guchi's

It's a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest

Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments

Bank roll was all we ever needed

While niggas was weeded, playing spades, and pumping crack in adidas

Just fly young with heart, I sift in the park

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 and we done it

I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that's it

Go ask the Rocky Glass, "I class act?"

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?