The Rap Game
Yeah little Brother, uh
Khyrsis on the boards with the HEAT!
Ah! ' Mega yo
They wanna know who it is
It's I who doin it
Rapper bring it iller than most, no brag
No boast - I tell it like it is
Been across the globe, couple records sold
Couple hoes lost control
I ain't tryna have kids
Tryna have biz - import, export
UPS-out sort, minority on 'scort
Loyal on the team, got my people's L back
My brother Ronnie back
Tryna keep him out of court!
Keep him out of sorts with
The same drug hustle
Eight years later, we facin a new struggle
Bet it all, black, tryna see my money double
Spun it to the red
Now I know we all in trouble rap Game
Crack Game both startin to bubble
Both startin to hustle, stack our chips
I thought I went straight when
We first started out
But now I'm lookin back
Neither one is legit, sheeit!
Yeahuh niggas sayin Phonte's the embodiment
Of hip-hop, so when my shit drop
Just cop any verse and watch him body it
Leave your team stonefaced like monuments
Cross-country - sheeit! I'm cross-continents
Take a trip where we get that dough
Niggas lookin at me like, "Is that so?"
But we flip that dough
And dip like condiments
Cheap nigga, but I still stay confident
Hell, I'm only payin taxes and compliments
While all of y'all watch me
There's been a murder
Y'all should call for the autopsy - or
Call the law, somebody should stop me
Killin each track is the shit I'm on
QB to NC is how we get it on
LB and 'Mega real rap Renaissance
- check it out
My lyrical skills is superior
To many arguably
Mental energy generate artistry
And hip-hop is not deceased
It's dealing with Christ, ironically
Yet His calm'll manifest it like a prophesy
The art was disregarded for economy
They played us
It ain't like the labels let the artist eat
They bait us with dreams
Of dreams escapin poverty
VMA'ed ya, yet they pay us like minorites
Need to raise up like a Quantum Leap
Stay up, ain't no time to sleep
Save and buy some property, then cop you a V
Acknowledge these jewels are conflict-free
I style on you when I rhyme
And that was just me
The last MC on the track with LB (sheeit)
My rhymes are doper than a crackhead's dream
I drew more text than Artest's sheet
Which means even the haters
Must respect my game