freestyle
• Written by Officiallilbrandit
i kill the rap game u ryhmes are lame
Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game
So don't worry about my motherfucking name
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
And reflect on the rap game, i came
I ain't interested in fame
Im courtside at a wizard game
Bad rap, cuties claim
All the bitches know my name
So much to say a scrabble game
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
Gray coupe, whip in momma's name
Floor seats at that wizards game
And my niggas all the same
Ain't heard dc since sardines came
Then we cut, look how she say my name
Now that's what you call a game
Searching for fortune and fame
And i put that on my name
Your body's right as rain
Through all the rain and the pain
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
But now invisible cells around your brain
Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name
How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same
Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name
The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same
I turned into something they never became
I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same
I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game
Different positions, but she still moaning the same
I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game
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Officiallilbrandit
Member since August 17 2018