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lirik lagu icewear vezzo – letter to the rap game

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[intro]
what?
run it up
drank god
check, n~gga
ayy, breed, i’ma jump on this b~tch (drakey gang, n~gga)
we gon’ jump down, n~gga, ayy
yeah (what?)

[verse]
said i was done with the game, now i’m back in it (yeah)
it was over for a minute, now i’m back winnin’ (b~tch)
we too heavy with this paper, n~ggas act timid
my raps like an empty closet, ain’t no cap in it (nope)
f~ck that young money, we got carter money (big paper)
left the stove on and left the water runnin’ (skrrt)
letter to the rap game, b~tch, i’m the hardest comin’
at the mall, tell your b~tch that i bought her somethin’ (hah)
ridin’ bentley, tan seats like a b~tterfinger
brodie always droppin’ sh~t, he got b~tterfingers (yeah)
thigh pad in my pocket ’bout a hundred meters
i just only f~ck and keep it movin’, heard you wanna keep her (n~ggas goofy)
f~ck would make you n~ggas think we not different? (f~ck)
you want the clout, i want the pape’, we even plot different
they goin’ up like 5g and i got stock in it (5g)
went to jail and i got shot, b~tch, i’m a hot n~gga (ghetto boy)
know a n~gga doin’ ten pickin’ up his phone (real)
know a n~gga that got twenty gettin’ on the road (real)
my dog doin’ two flat ’cause he had a pole
and i know some n~ggas that went free because they f~ckin’ told (f~ckin’ told)
did a little time, that was baby work (yeah)
runnin’ n~ggas right up top, where that paperwork? (where that work, n~gga?)
when it wasn’t enough, b~tch, we made it work (make it work)
told my n~ggas i’ma put ’em on, i gotta make it first (gang sh~t)
never shed a tear ‘less my daughter made me (made me)
b~tch, i’m plugged on every end like starter cables (for real)
n~gga took a lot of losses, but it hardly fazed me
when you on your own time, n~ggas call you lazy
sellin’ hard like the— mia, that’s my baby
yeah, i f~ck with wavy gang, b~tch, i’m part of the navy
i go hard for my babies, you go hard for your ratings
i be in my own lane, b~tch, i ain’t part of no race (i ain’t part of no race)
i’ma win either way, sh~t, i started with options (yeah)
used to move around hatin’, b~tch, you part of the problem (part of the problem)
iced up in birmingham, b~tch, i party with mobsters
heard the feds bookin’ n~ggas like they part of a college (what?)
i just cashed another check, time to lawyer up (yeah)
money long as beacon field, n~gga, warrant up (warrant up, n~gga)
wrist froze, need a heat, still ain’t warm enough
f~ck n~ggas, i ain’t lockin’ in ‘less we pourin’ up, ugh
[outro]
keep it like that (letter to the rap game)
we ain’t lockin’ in, n~gga (drank god)
real street sh~t, what?


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