Rap Game

[Dilla] Yo this that shit yo Yo I’m gonna light this shit Then I’m bout to be famous Yo gimme like 2 seconds, 3 tops Spit that bullshit Dilla and a couple other dudes I went to school with Homie that’s my full clique Click clack, bang bang They do the same thing Kinda like a addict tryna fix But hit the same vein Bravo, Encore, now we on award tour Way too gone to fit this key inside my Porsche door Aight I cab it doe Couple years, charge De Niro for a cameo Golfin with a Caddy yo How’d his poppa make it out the slums into the city, shit Cityslickin, alcohol and fried chicken The bomb tickin, so much shit that I can handle Oil up the leather grease the handles on the Cherry Lambo “Yaaaaa mothafucka! You gon get signed mothfucka! You gon get that deal you always wanted You gon get that Lamborghini Goddamn! You gon get your baby mama a Daddy!” Ayo my eyes still smokey And my rearview smokey And my mind stil smokey Goin Obi-Wan Kenobi “Shut the fuck up man, you ain’t getting no goddamn deal! You suck my G” Atten-hut boi Remember what I told ya, showed ya This a general speaking to his soldier So ya, wanna rule the Titans like a Denzel? Well I hope it ends well, even if your ends low Even if you die inside a Camry not a Enzo Even if you never buy the home and keep the rental I’ll be there for your broke ass, broke as Hammer when he quit being legitimate Had to sell those Cubans and started smoking that Swisher shit Used to rock with Ludacris (Luda!) Used to rock with UGK and Swishahouse Pirelli tires on my beamers just to twist em out (Ayo what about yo chain?) Only rock it if it’s rose gold (OK) I only puff it if it perforate the ozone (Why) I don’t know. Bring your questions to the oracle Every critic is weeded so every question rhetorical Like who da illest? Warfare “Awww man. Remember that deal I told you about man? I’m, I’m sorry man. They, you know they like you But they just, they don’t think you fit the market my man So, you know, keep trying, keep doing your thing.” Ayo my eyes still smokey And my rearview smokey And my mind stil smokey Goin Obi-Wan Kenobi “You underground right? I mean, that’s cool right? Yo you alright, my man? You look kinda faded?” I’m seeing double Wake up with light stubble L-Train vision through a tunnel Then I tumble outta bed I got bars like a Wonka Factory You think you fast as me? Well, boy you’re dreaming prolly fast asleep I slow you down like a Freezer to an atom Let Manhattan smash em You the first dude you think you Adam? Well that makes me the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost Holy fuck, Holy what How the fuck I’m holding up I’m thrown as fuck