(Chorus: Cameron Taylor)
Yeah I wanna be in the game like this
Yeah I wanna rap like this
Yeah I wanna write like this
Yeah I wanna make beats and produce like this
But no...
Cause he still christian though

Yeah I wanna be in the game like this
Yeah I wanna rap like this
Yeah I wanna write like this
Yeah I wanna make beats and produce like this
But no...
Cause he keep it real though

(Verse 1: Cameron Taylor)
Yeah I keep it real
And I bust rhymes
And I bust raps
Like you bust gats
Hear a *clap* *clap*
Now its black cats, black cats, black cats, black cats
Yeah I got that bad luck...
People give way but they still look stuck
I give help but they still given up
Sick in the head like a codeine cup

Everybody wants fame...
And in this life its all fair game
So its all good if I never make it
At least I wasn't out her fakin
Or pullin up on my enimies hatin
Birdman why you actin so fustratin

*Put Some Respect On It*

(Chorus: Cameron Taylor)

(Verse 2: Cameron Taylor)
I ain't out here talkin dough
Or slappin hoes
Or Rollin chrome
Slingin dope
Like a jump rope
Or catchin bodies
Lookin through a scope
*pew*
Everything lookin like its false hope
They told me climb that tight rope
Didn't know it'd be covered in soap
And my chances were about as slim as they go

Everybody out here hauling..
Everybody out here balling..
But truth is
Ain't no humpty dumpty without that brotha falling..

These rappers out here crawling..
And sprawling..
Killin raps, forestalling..
I think I found my true calling..

(Chorus: Cameron Taylor)