Letter To Da Rap Game

[Hook-2 Chainz] This my letter to the rap game Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap mane Crack came, I didn't know how to act mane I did what I had to do when the pack came This is my letter to the rap game Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap mane Crack came, I didn't know how to act mane I did what I had to do when the pack came [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Chef what's happenin', Ghost what's up Wu Tang Clan, they ain't nothin to fuck, wait 2 Chainz ain't nothing to fuck with Need search warrants cause these niggas is suspects All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong Two to be exact, grinding the kush pact Ride with the roof back, live with a suit act Killing em, so I am dying my suit black Dear rap game, you are 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 the bills come, oh! And hey rap game, the real comin' The way I'm murking 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 And before I leave let me say this, play this Have my niggas dead or in jail like Asic Face it, back to the basics 2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest [Hook] [Verse 3: Dolla Boy] My worlds coming to an end, speaking philosophical Six's 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, till the last molecule Cherish the horizon, sun blessed party, hey Thinking 'bout this business, and it's time that I gave away Trying to make a plan today, niggas on there way Locked in confinement, gotta learn to levitate And on the inside, my instinct, I survive All I got left is pride, touchdown, I'mma ride I was raised as a boss Damn, I let a nigga take me off And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft Mothafucker [Hook] [Verse 4: Raekwon] Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some guchi's It's a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments Bank roll was all we ever needed While niggas was weeded, playing spades, and pumping crack in adidas Just fly young with heart, I sift 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 and we done it I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that's it Go ask the Rocky Glass, "I class act?" Villas, movie-making gorillas, the willas The guest-star gun fights, 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?