The Rap Game

[Verse]
Before you judge somebody else
Take a look inside the mirror
No matter what the fuck you say
That don't make your ass bigger
It don't make you fucking cooler
'cause your status on Insta
Or the car you fucking drive
That don't mean you ain't a loser
Hmm, you ain't seen what I seen
You ain't slept inside a dumpster
Waking up in fucking jeans
Buying Amsterdam liquor
Screaming, crying in the alley
Smiling everywhere I go
But deep down I wasn't happy, nigga
Going to parties like for what?
I was dead broke
I was sleeping on the floor at my sister's home
Eating Shakey's out the trash
Agh, no cash
Bus stops, stealing bikes with a blue rag
Two braids hanging, they was fucked up
Then I met Jentry, shit I lucked up
EMPIRE signed me next, I almost cried cuh
Started rapping what I lived
Then I caught a buzz
Got in the rap game and met some rappers, nigga
Till I found out that these rappers was some actors, nigga
Fictitious, fake stories that they making up
War wounds, big homies, I ain't faking none
Faking what? You niggas wasn't banging none
What up Takeoff, Lil C, what up crazy cuh
Before you talk shit about me
You wasn't craccin' cuh
Never turned the fucking fade down
I was active cuh
Fuck the rap game
Shit, I promise you
They wait till you blow to acknowledge you, nigga
Yeah we got work, yeah we got to chill
We got to network, Yelo
Come and sign this fucking record deal
Fuck you
They don't love you
You fall off, go broke and lose your house
They find another you
Don't let you lose a buzz
They'll fucking shelf you
Ignore your fucking call
And forget they ever felt you
As long as the money is coming in
They're your best friends
Wanna Instagram
And act like fucking groupies till fucking end
Hmm, yeah we know the game
Three finger crippin' cuh
Yeah, y'all know the gang
That's why y'all see by myself
I don't hang with lames
Face tats and lean cups
Now y'all niggas bang
Tsst, hmm, give me a fucking break
I started exposing all the fake shit
But y'all call me strange