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packy - dear rap game lyrics

[verse]
dear rap game, back on my bs
sincerely yours, young pack, oh, and ps
i’m sick of all these trollin’–ss, stuntin’–ss, clown–ss
no-talent-havin’–ss, lazy–ss rappers
punchin’ every line like they crazy asthmatic
bling below freezing, music below average
f-ck are y’all sayin’? swear you mentally challenged
dare you try and come at me on a beat and do some damage
you amateur, you a flash in the pan, i got the stamina (yeah)
v–gr-, i go f-cking hard (yeah)
i be on the mic, y’all in front of cameras, stomping yard
if i get a hit, it won’t be an accident, bumper cars (skrrt)
my days chilling all gone
i was comfortable being big fish, small pond
now i’m back on my underdog, (roof)
the unknown juggernaut, y’all gonna duck or nah?
uppercut so hard, hit you in the upper jaw (bang)
k!llin’ it since rap was my other job
i’m the only one to save me, who my “wonderwall?”
you will never know where i’m at, you a gutterball
you won’t get a pin from me
pull strings on you b-tches like a motherf-cking symphony
always did it differently
thank me that she faithful ’cause trust she would sin for me
little pat with the backpack rap flow
turned rambo, game turned me to an -ssh0l-
grab dough like i’m polite
say you over bars, well you set ’em quite low, no wonder
listen up, this is “how to spit a flow 101”
a, read a book, b and c, read some other ones
d, put your heart in that spit
lotta people just regurgitatin’ popular sh-t, we could see though
e though, shoot shots ’til they like free-throws
wash the compet-tion, rinse and repeat those
can’t guarantee success
but if you work your -ss off, i can guarantee at least respect
i don’t f-ck with none of these, buzzin’ for some other reason
rappers, remember when the f-cking meaning mattered?
shake hands, i feel like i’m meeting actors
so i’m never out looking like a swinging batter (swing)
now i’m p-ssed, i can’t hold my bladder
y’all just get pimped while i own my masters
i am not rich but i keep my balance
y’all somebody’s b-tch, talk like you the sh-t
i can’t stand it
this the type of thing that happen when real mc’s pushed to the brink and we snap
and people wanna act like we a dying breed
real rap still alive ‘long as i can breathe
packy

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