The Rap Game (Feat. Cormega &

Yeah

Little Brother, uh

Khyrsis on the boards with the heat

Ah, 'Mega, yo

They wanna know who it is, it's I who doin it

Rapper bring it iller than most, no brag, no boast, I tell it like it is

Been across the globe, couple records sold

Couple hoes lost control, I ain't tryin' have kids

Tryin' have biz, import, export

UPS-out sort, minority on 'scort

Loyal on the team, got my people's L back

My brother Ronnie back, tryin' keep him out of court

Keep him out of sorts with the same drug hustle

Eight years later, we facin a new struggle

Bet it all, black, tryin' see my money double

Spun it to the red, now I know we all in trouble

both startin' to bubble

Both startin' to hustle, stack our chips

I thought I went straight when we first started out

But now I'm lookin' back, neither one is legit, shit

Yeah uh

Niggaz sayin' Phonte's the embodiment

Of hip-hop, so when my shit drop

Just cop any and watch him body it

Leave your team stone faced like monuments

Cross-country, shit, I'm cross-continents

Take a trip where we get that dough

Niggaz lookin' at me like, "Is that so?"

But we flip that dough and dip like condiments

Cheap nigga but I still stay confident

Hell, I'm only payin' taxes and compliments

While all of y'all watch me, there's been a murder

Y'all should call for the autopsy

Or call the law, somebody should stop me

Killin' each track is the shit I'm on

QB to NC is how we get it on

LB and 'Mega real rap Renaissance, check it out

My lyrical skills is superior to many arguably

Mental energy generate artistry

And hip-hop is not deceased, it's dealing with Christ

Ironically yet His calm'll manifest it like a prophesy

The art was disregarded for economy

They played us, it ain't like the labels let the artist eat

They bait us with dreams of dreams poverty

VMA'ed ya, yet they pay us like minorities

Need to raise up like a Quantum Leap

Stay up, ain't no time to sleep

Save and buy some property, then cop you a V

Acknowledge these jewels are conflict free

I style on you when I rhyme and that was just me

The last MC on the track with LB

(Shit)

My rhymes are doper than a crack head's dream

I drew more text than Artest's sheet

Which means even the haters must respect my game