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