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LYRICFLUENTLetter To The Rap Game Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo Icewear Vezzo
Below, you will find the lyrics for Letter To The Rap Game by Icewear Vezzo.
What? Run it up
Drank God check, nigga
Ayy, Breed, I'ma jump on this bitch
We gon' jump down, nigga, ayy yeah
Said I was done with the game
Now I'm back in it
It was over for a minute
now I'm back winnin'
We too heavy with this paper
Niggas act timid
My raps like an empty closet
Ain't no cap in it
Fuck that young money, we got Carter money
Left the stove on and left the water runnin'
letter to the rap game, bitch
I'm the hardest comin' at the mall
Tell your bitch that I bought her somethin'
Ridin' Bentley, tan seats like a Butterfinger
Brodie always droppin' shit
He got butterfingers
Thigh pad in my pocket 'bout a hundred meters
I just only fuck and keep it movin'
Heard you wanna keep her
Fuck would make you niggas
Think we not different?
You want the clout, I want the pape'
We even plot different
They goin' up like 5G and I got stock in it
went to jail and I got shot, bitch
I'm a hot nigga
Know a nigga doin' ten pickin' up his phone
know a nigga that got twenty
Gettin' on the road
My dog doin' two flat 'cause he had a pole
And I know some niggas that went
Free because they fuckin' told
Did a little time, that was baby work
Runnin' niggas right up top
Where that paperwork?
When it wasn't enough, bitch, we made it work
Told my niggas I'ma put 'em on
I gotta make it first
Never shed a tear 'less my daughter made me
bitch, I'm plugged on every
End like starter cables
Nigga took a lot of losses
But it hardly fazed me
When you on your own time
Niggas call you lazy
Sellin' 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'ma win either way, shit
I started with options
Used to move around hatin', bitch
You part of the problem
Iced Up in Birmingham, bitch
I party with mobsters
Heard the feds bookin' niggas like
They part of a college
I just cashed another check
Time to lawyer up
Money long as Beacon Field, nigga, warrant up
Wrist froze, need a heat
Still ain't warm enough
Fuck niggas, I ain't lockin' in
'less we pourin' up, ugh
Keep it like that
We ain't lockin' in, nigga
Real street shit, what?
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