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"Letter To The Game"

[Chorus: Young Adz]

I ain't trynna stunt and take pictures anymore
I ain’t f*cking with the game if it don't make me richer anymore
It was late 2012 when the gang bought blickys for the war
Bro got stabbed up ever since then I've said I ain’t rolling round with any flickys anymore

[Verse 1: Young Adz]

I'm whipping up crack, but I was the buyer cause I need a little more
Communicating with my shooter on Lyca, I'm having evil thoughts
Shotty shells it will turn over a micra, And it penetrates doors
They said all I rap about is b*tches, my n*gga I'll penetrate yours
And I told my mother I'm sorry but right now you ain't gotta worry
She sucking my di*k like a lolly, I'm Young, rich and real that made me c*cky
DBE the hottest in the game that's for real, that’s why they copy
My n*gga standing to the right gonna hit a n*gga if they wrong me
I thought the streets was a mess but the rap game even faker
The streets was my first wifey I remember when we first made love
When I was in the cell you kept me going, we didn’t break up
You told me to play my position and watch how a young n*gga came up

[Chorus: Young Adz]

I ain't trynna stunt and take pictures anymore
I ain’t f*cking with the game if it don't make me richer anymore
It was late 2012 when the gang bought blickys for the war
I ain't rolling round with any flickys anymore

[Verse 2: Dirtbike Lb]

In the judges my n*gga pop a n*gga like champagne
Oh well what a damn shame
Extended the clip got the beam for the long range, my n*gga gone insane
I see these b*tches go down for some YSL heels, girl go pay your bills, yeah
See These rappers in the person they act like they real, n*gga act like a film yeah
At 18 I bussdown my AP to stainless b*tch
No n*gga was taking it
Rolling with blickys took risks that we taking it
No rules now we breaking it
I Lost loyalty and love through all my relationships
Tell mummy I'm making it
They asking me favours they think they know how I live
Bro I thought you was a g, heard you weren’t happy for me
Heard you been capping on me
Heard a few things in the streets
Heard you got lost in those streets, yeah
Growing up was hard out here, so I still feed the thugs out here
Fake n*ggas don't last out here you can die for my chain if you dare

[Chorus: Young Adz]

I ain't trynna stunt and take pictures anymore
I ain't f*cking with the game if it don't make me richer anymore
It was late 2012 when the gang bought blickys for the war
Bro got stabbed up ever since then I've said I ain't rolling with any flickys anymore

I'm whipping up crack, but I was the buyer cause I need a little more
Communicating with my shooter on Lyca, I'm having evil thoughts
Shotty shells will turn over a micra And it penetrates doors
They said all I rap about is b*tches, my n*gga I'll penetrate yours

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