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Dear rap game, back on my BS Sincerely yours, Young Pack Oh and P.S. I'm sick of all these trolling ass, stunting ass, clown ass No talent having ass, lazy ass rappers Punching every line like they crazy athsmathic Bling below freezing, music below average Fuck are ya'll saying Swear you mentally challenged Dare you try and come at me on a beat and do some damage You amateur You a flash in the pan, I got the stamina Viagra, I go fucking hard I be on the mic Ya'll in front of cameras, stomping yard If I get a hit, it won't be an accident Bumper cars My days chillin all gone I was comfortable being big fish, small pond Now I'm back on my underdog The unknown juggernaut Ya'll gonna duck or nah Uppercut so hard, hit you in the upper jaw Killing it since rap was my other job I'm the only one that saved me Who my wonder wall You will never know where I'm at You a gutter ball, you won't get a pin from me Pull strings on you bitches Like a mother fucking symphony Always did it differently Thank me that she faithful Cuz trust, she would sin for me Little Pat with the backpack rap flow Turned Rambo Game turned me to an asshole Grab dough like I'm polite Say you over bars Well, you set em quite Low no wonder Listen up, this is how to spit a flow one-oh-one A, read a book B & C, read some other ones D, put your heart in that spit Lotta people just regurgitating popular shit We can see tho E tho, shoot shots till they like free throws Wash the competition, rinse and repeat those Can't guarantee success But if you work your ass off I can guarantee at least respect I don't fuck with none of these Buzzing for some other reason rappers 'Member when the fuckin meaning mattered Shake hands, I feel I'm meeting actors So I'm never out looking, like a swinging batter Now I'm pissed I can't hold my bladder Ya'll just get pimped, while I own my masters I am not rich, but I keep my balance Ya'll somebody's bitch Talk like you the shit, I can't stand it! This the type of thing that happen When real emcees pushed to the brink and we snap And people wanna act like we a dying breed Real rap still alive long as I can breathe Packy
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