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icewear vezzo – letter to the rap game lyrics

[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?

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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