Fuck Tha Rap Game

F*ck the rap game, I let the money stack up Shootin opps up, somebody call backup Run up on Da Quan, nigga, that's your bad luck Up this damn AK, will tear your back up All these opps pussy, man, they need some tampons Shot an opp three times, he tryna foul me, And1 Ey, I'll rob your whole fam for some Ransom I'll be chasing to this money, bitch, I dig my leg numb (Nah, f*ck that shit, nigga, you gotta keep going, nigga, I don't give a f*ck Who stop you, nigga, keep going, nigga) And I'm only 21, A lot of QuanDoggs, like I got a lot of sons Hot day, bitch, I'm ballin' like the Phoenix Suns Hope I don't get caught just like LeBron son, hey, shh And I still got my gun, let's f*ck the rap game, man, I do this shit for fun, nigga Ayy, bitch, I been sellin' dope just like I'm in the 80s Like I'm finna go to the future, I'm Codiene Krazy I been puttin' work on this music, I never lazy Got my Draco, I hold this bitch just like a baby And I been moving that white girl, I call her Stacy F*ck her off the perc, this bitch, think I'm Satan Twenty shots to his back, he think he Gary Payton I just walked in the club and I'm not even waitin Count all these dead white men, I'm think I'm racist Slice your ass up so bad, I'm think I'm Jason 7-6-2 caught em lacking now he's stankin I'm just tryna get my money up, f*ck all that hating What? Man, these opps still hating Fah, Fah, Fah, I hope God didn't save em This chopper would chase your ass like I'm a cop with the tazer I'm connected everywhere, I'm on your block with a banger F*ck the rap game, I tell your whole block up Heard he got killed, claimin' that he shot us KBS the gang, man, you is not us Tryna follow me, pussy, you can't spot us Ayy, Like I'm in a band, I got a chop' with the drum Up this 4-5-6, finna leave your body numb If I catch you lackin', boy, you better run it up Is that your house right there? Shit, I'm finna wet it up If I lose a bet, bitch, I ain't lettin' up Look, I got my Ruger, TEC, AK, big drums Look, I ain't no player, bitch, I ain't Big Pun Stop all that hate, you better get some money You better get some money for I bust a cap (on ya ass) Yeah, I rap good, but I got my strap I feelin' like Max Payne, I got twin MACs All that sneak dissin and that won't get your twin back F*ck the rap game, I'm that still in the trap I ain't got time for swipe, but I'm still sellin' packs Wanna sneak diss the quan, I'll get your wife snatched Your homeboy dead, he can't get his life back He better fuckin die, he tryna get a life hack Up this .223 to his body, I will bisect him I'm on my way to opps block, man, I might pass him Nah, I had to spin back, cause these opps lackin Y'all be lyin' on y'all songs, y'all need to stop cappin Too many Quan Doggs, man, I gotta stop rappin Feds everywhere, man, I gotta stop trappin It's f*ck the rap game, man, I gotta get active, pussy