Gem City RainDrops (feat. OG Beezy)

I have several questions What is the highest technique you hope to achieve To have No technique Very Good UHNNNNN A Bunch of crabs in a bucket Can't beat em, then join Em they Said f*ck it Style Snatching All this shit sound tragic but they love it In my city Bitches Hard and these niggas wanna be pretty These guys acting like Broads And these broads treat me like Diddy Take that They acting bad boy Rapping bout the cash you never had Sounding sad Boy I came for the Money Put everything in the bag Boy You chasing the honey Dew whatever for some ass Boy I ain't listening to ya bars That shit trash boy Blast Off higher than astroid Chief Party Rocker Making mad noise Hip hop Gifted Kush in the bag unzip it You can get whiff of this shit that I'm spitting To much time ticking I'm from the era of rhyme kicking Now you need Hot beat and a hook To be shine getting Still on my Hooskal Shit If I'm mention By dime dropping snitches Ain't wrote a rhyme in a minute Off the mind kick it Out of site Out of mind Prison Time sentence Listening to the rain Drops They told me to quit going so hard but I can't Stop They told me to quit going so hard but i can't Stop This Rap game ain't the same No more This Dope game ain't the same no more These Rap Niggas ain't the same no more These Trap niggas ain't the same no more Rap Lyrics ain't the same no more Videos ain't the same no more The Street Shit ain't the same no more My city ain't the same no more Emcee When I start Building I'm feeling I build Higher Came from two sticks and a Rock And built Fire Born from a City that's Shitty And built Liars That got Rep from Hundred Spoke Gold Rims And Vogue Tires Lately niggas Said F*ck hands and Chose Fire New Niggas Said F*ck Time and Chose wire You suckas singing to the church No chior Soon as they leave the trap Then they turn to Marvin Sapp But they said that I never would have made Mad cause my color shinning bright And never been faded Cuz had a spot four years And never been raided Told me speak and get caught Then that shit is your fault The way you niggas spit It sound like it was Written in Chalk I sound like a Pimp when I Talk Pimp I Look like its pimp in my walk Your style looking Rent And not bought Breaking the bank In the back of the Vault Rain Drops These trap ain't niggas the same no more Rap Lyrics Ain't the same no more Videos ain't the same no more This street shit ain't the Same no more My city ain't the same no more The Rap Game ain't the same no more The Dope Game ain't The Same no more