Verne Troyer

Everybody in the game don't got no style All these rappers sound the same, Been that way for a while They just do it for the fame, and to gain more clout Y'all just keep on acting lame, Ima find my route I know this shit's gonna take a while Ima carve my own path Lookin back, all I see's a blood bath Bodies in the dump Dead rappers slumped Swear that every single one look just like lil pump Watch 'em all stunt And tote they're fake gun It's amazing All these bars and somehow they don't say nun Pussy, money, weed and some gold chains Skrrt off the lot, roof Cobain Drip Off White, no cocaine And I'm steady smoking gas, no propane Everybody in the game don't got no style All these rappers sound the same, Been that way for a while They just do it for the fame, and to gain more clout Y'all just keep on acting lame, Ima find my route We got a bunch of mafuckas lookin like the last mafucka Wait, hold up cause he was a trash mafucka Getting cash, blowing my money fast In like a year ain't no one gon remember yo ass While Ima stay growing, it's a slow climb It takes a while, but I really don't mind Sellin' Out shows, shawty so fine I've been evolving while yo ass got left behind