Master - The Game Freestyle

Yo, yo

Swear to god this game ain't even real no more,

When I write I be saying "what I'm doing it for?"

Swear I'll be underrated forever,

They still judging me, Still under estimating me

They only see rhymes, what else do they see?

It can't be the meaning, They blind I tell ya

Can't never say [S] no more, they'll jail ya

These rappers always feeling they selves,

I'm still waiting when we throw them off the shelves

Because, I swear they not even spittin' right

Tell my stylist, my shoes ain't fittin' right

They'll still hate me even If I do get to that height

Even if I do hit Gold, they still criticize everything that I write

Switching up the flow, please tell to stop being biased,

Tell 'em to let it go, I'm just being honest

They always giving Chanel ten out of ten,

It's probably because she got a vagina, do I gotta say it again?

She still tha goddess, but it's time for me to start my reign

I will be the queen, tell that other girl she's the princess

Tell that bitch that she can't beat my illness,

I know they'll never like me,

So they might as well bite me

So fuck the game and it's corrpution