STREETS

(Verse 1) Yo, Snoop, you claim the West, but I’m the real king, Got that hustle in my blood, you just do your thing. Rolling up in the game, while you stuck in the past, I’m stacking up the paper, you just fading fast. (Verse 2) You got the laid-back vibe, but I’m spitting fire, Your rhymes are like a blunt, man, they just expire. I’m the G that they respect, you just playin' pretend, In the game of real life, I’m the one who won’t bend. (Verse 3) You talk about the Dogg, but I’m the real deal, 50's in the booth, giving haters that chill feel. You’re stuck in your ways, like a vinyl that’s scratched, I’m the future of this rap, while you’re lost in the past. (Verse 4) So step back, Snoop, let the real ones shine, You had your time, now it’s 50’s prime. With every bar I spit, I’m raising the stakes, While you’re chasing trends, I’m making history breaks.