[Verse 1]
The game is fucked up, ya n***as got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya n***as ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron'll clap
Ya n***as never fired a gat
Never took it the streets, and supplied it wit packs
I had feds in my house, trynna wire my cat
In the wall, little cameras hidin in cracks
N***as talk about drug money, what cats you flip
On the trains tellin bitches that you crashed ya whip
You never seen cop killers wit the plastic grips
Turn beef to some funky closed casket shit
Blast a fifth, 16 shots, n***as ran 16 blocks
16 n***as drop, ya n***as never seein the plot
Never put greens on top, never put fiends on lock
My elite n***as scream on cops, hustle dope
Roll up, puff up smoke, parolin decode
Standin on them corners wit them guns in they coats
Had them same little muthafuckas under ya bed
Gun to ya head, wake up, wanted ya dead
End of the night, take ya light, I'm gettin ya back
I'm twistin you back, cuz what ya n***as spittin on tracks'll
Get you 16 or 8, gun cap, leave it at that
Cuz ya n***as ain't Dyin 4 Rap

[Chorus]
See, I'm what defines the streets
The one that bitches dyin to meet
The one ya thugs tryin to be
Since I started, I can't count how many sound like me
But can't none of ya n***as get down like me
Can't none of ya n***as get down like me
Can't none of ya n***as get down like me