what happened to the game, got ejected for foul play. these faggots all lame, and are suspected of getting paid off of these bitchmade replicas tricking fade. the last one that got made overrated and undergrade. gotta speak it in broken english so they can get what i say, dumb it down a few shades, see if the brain can keep pace. most these bitches dont even catch it when ya dissing there name, click up a thumb like its game, i fuck with homies that bang. call it culture, more like torture trying to hear what ya say. paint the rap game gay, pink and purple rainbow parade. fuck em if they hating let em hang and decay. aint no room in this game, for the bitches that cant play. everyone dropping bars they all saying the same thing. talking bout ya balling cars, my carolla got rusted paint. Scraping down the block, in the hoopty always on an empty tank, couple rocks up in my sock cause i aint got no money in the bank. steady balling till im falling, or ima get what i can make, and in my mind i here the track calling me back for another take. yeah im addicted to rap, just a tragic fact i gotta face. hear the snare and the trap and thats a high-hat i gotta chase, like a drug that i gotta taste, see how many of these bitches wanna test me and get disgraced. Murda Music what i do and no land my final resting place. aim this track up you and see what a rapper really got to say. Tupac and biggie turning fucking laps in they resting place. hearing all that trashy weak ass rap getting played like everyone lost the passion for prose we serenade. and too many went to capping, or the pen, or the grave. hit the pave all the same.