The Rap Game

Hook:

Trg we making that cream
People get fooled it aint easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone

I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw
Its no more than a crap game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake em right
They fake roll snake eyes in this industry thats how quick niggaz die
Through my eyes its like russian roulette
Never do you know when you about to get wet
So you should stay set so you dont fall and go under
Have people saying I wonder what happened
To him or her its sad when you begin to think
You cant be gone but you can be gone in the blink
Of an eye, dont ask why cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly
I remember when I hit the scene it was the second phase
Rope chains two finger rings, those were the days
Latin quarters my puma suit was cool
Now let me be caught in that and Ill be damned a fool
Ya gotta change with the times like the weather
Mcs that alsts is the mcs thats clever
You cant move too slow cause when its to time to go
You see its to time to go

Repeat hook 2x
(1. but one day brother your ass is gone)
(2. but one day sister your ass is gone)

Come back after come back, nigga came back
More wack than the wackest wax on the rack
Whats up with that, new jacks are coming through
Taking no slack
They hungry and they looking for a spot
To cop a squat, you better watch the clock
It can be awfully embarassing to not know when
To let go of the rhyme, its about half past the monkey ass
You should have been gone but you still trying to hang on
What happens when you chilling at the label on the 10th floor
Nobody knows your name anymore, arent you...?
Wait and let me think, just as quick as you get large
You can quickly shrink
And sink into the crates and collect dust
Dont be mad cause it happens to the best of us

Repeat hook 2x

To and fro they come and go
You better change your flow and then switch up your show
I mean come with the booming ass hits
Then they gone buy then they dont leave with shit
You better tell an exec you need to be set
So when its over you aint living our your land rover
When your rap life dies
And you still alive nigga, you better know how to survive
It aint easy and it aint supposed to be
Letting niggaz know what time it is
When it comes to me the l-y-t-e
Stronger than the ox the octane that
Knocks in your brain I sustain
My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean?
Keep doing my thang, you cant move too slow
Cause when its your time to go, gotta go

Hook