Wordplay 3

Can't a young rapper get money anymore I moved through corridors before the tours and whores Never left the game, we just changed the product we sell Recruiting since I was 12, in the 6 like bump 12 Doubled up the paper, I measure without the scale Check came back and I'm happy, word to Pharrell They told me that I would fail and of course I never believed em The game ain't what it is, you know seeing is not believing Angels around demons is basically what the streets is Ask if I sell dope, well yeah, my rhymes and beats is I got what you need, get at me, I know you need this Taking over hoods near you like Louis V did Ain't nobody doing what I do the way I do it Not discrediting anybody, I'm just the coolest The rudest to ever talk my ish and call it music 10 years deep yet y'all rappers think y'all the smoothest Forever aint forever til you make it, right? Til you realize that I'm the hottest on your playlist, right? And youuuu know of course the haters debate it, right? And I'm soooo high up, y'all wonder what I'm laced with, right? I chop soul and make a beat like that That's just a way I write this heat like that I think my wordplay is too deep like that Or maybe it's the way I make these beats like that One for the money, yessir, two for the show A couple days ago on Bouldercrest Road We the gods, I see that greatness is here The greatest living legends cause it's pretty crystal clear Because ob--vi--ous-ly we been balling Passing all that heat around the court, I call it Spalding We been skipping levels in this game as I recall it Waiting at the top for competition's so appalling