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 Butterfinger
Brodie always droppin' sh*t, he got butterfingers (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?