Wordplay 3

[Verse 1]
Can’t a young rapper get money anymore
I moved through corridors before the tours and whores
Never left the game, we just changed the product we sell
Recruiting since I was 12, in the 6 like bump 12
Doubled up the paper, I measure without the scale
Check came back and I’m happy, word to Pharrell
They told me that I would fail and of course I never believed em
The game ain’t what it is, you know seeing is not believing
Angels around demons is basically what the streets is
Ask if I sell dope, well yeah, my rhymes and beats is
I got what you need, get at me, I know you need this
Taking over hoods near you like Louis V did
Ain’t nobody doing what I do the way I do it
Not discrediting anybody, I’m just the coolest
The rudest to ever talk my ish and call it music
10 years deep yet y’all rappers think y’all the smoothest

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Forever ain't forever til you make it, right?
Til you realize that I’m the hottest on your playlist, right?
And youuuu know of course the haters debate it, right?
And I’m soooo high up, y’all wonder what I’m laced with, right?
I chop soul and make a beat like that
That’s just a way I write this heat like that
I think my wordplay is too deep like that
Or maybe it’s the way I make these beats like that
One for the money, yessir, two for the show
A couple days ago on Bouldercrest Road
We the gods, I see that greatness is here
The greatest living legends cause it's pretty crystal clear
Because ob--vi--ous-ly we been balling
Passing all that heat around the court, I call it Spalding
We been skipping levels in this game as I recall it
Waiting at the top for competition's so appalling