TRU (M16 Productions)
Yeah

This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, mane
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, mane
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came

Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
2 Chainz ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
Need search warrants 'cause them niggas is suspects
All I talk is money so change the subject

Yeah, that shit right there, yeah
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, mane
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah

Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Two to be exact, grinding the kush pack
Ride with the roof back, live where the zoo at
Killing em, so I am dying my suit black
Dear rap game, you a ill, homie
Havin' me thinking we were gon' make some real money
Came from the streets, I'm a beast, capiche?
Like my dick in the mailbox when bills come, uh
Yeah, rap game, the real comin'
The way I'm murkin' these niggas, hope your will comin'
And when you're numb, it's kind of hard to feel somethin'
I'm the type to get rich and still hustle, yeah
Before I leave let me say this, play this
Half my niggas dead or in jail like Asics
Face it, back to the basics
2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest

Uh
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, mane
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came

My world's coming to an end, speaking philosophical
Sixes on the coupe, when they said it was impossible
Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable
And we breaking bricks down to the last molecule
Cherish the horizon, sun bless the party, hey
Thinking 'bout a prison sentence, time that I gave away
For trying to make a play a day, niggas on layaway
Locked in confinement, gotta learn to meditate
And on the inside, mindstate, I survive
All I got left is pride, touch down, I'mma ride
I was raised as a boss
Be damned, I let a nigga take me off
And tell Josh that his pops was soft, motherfucker

Uh
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, mane
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came

Yeah, nigga, Raekwon, what up, y'all?
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies
Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some Guccis
It's a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments, yo
Bank roll was all we ever needed
While niggas was weeded, playing spades
Pumping cracks in Adidas
Just fly young with heart, I sniffed in the park
Made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah, fuck who you are
Guns on us, I make you cry like onions, come through
Stay in your lane, peep the name, we done this
I was legend then, now my paper stretches, yeah, that's it
Go ask the Rocky Glass, "I class act?"
The villas, movie-making gorillas, the Willards
The guest-star gun fights who squeeze on the squealers
Don't come near me, nigga
If you don't got no money, fear me
Matter fact, move it, ya hear me? (Blow, nigga)

2 Chainz, what up? Chef Shallah, the science, nigga
Ice age 2-0, silverbacks, what's good, nigga?
Talk to me, man, you already know, man
Bulletproof exotic herb, nigga
We smoke, nigga

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Writer(s): Tauheed Epps