RIP The Rap Game lyrics

Lil B, yeah I just killed the rap game
It's done. Don't ask me no mo'

"Even though what we do is wrong.."

I know hard days happy I'm a man now
Did my lil goon sh*t, yeah I had to sit down
Growing up, real n*ggas rap, fake n*ggas act
Minivans, stay Halloween cause we wear masks
Feel like a ho on the strip cause I got a Mac
Infrared beam, hit him first, aim it to his back
Real goon sh*t, caught a bullet like a running back
Run North, hope you got grenades, ain't no coming back
Real west coast sh*t, run like the Taliban
The AK cost 2800 like Stunnaman
Put a sucka n*gga on stage like Summer Jam
Gun got all peanut butter, I don't ever jam
You living in Neverland, b*tch you never ever can
You rap n*ggas got no legs cause you never ran
On the top floor, 4 5's like the Son of Sam
Really wanna battle Lil B? That's 100 grand
And you ain't got 100 grand, I eat you for the motherland
Don't ever speak what Lil B speak, he the man
Feel like the head chief with my tiny pants on
Let me remind you n*ggas b*tch I made the Vans song
Shouts out to Wolfpack, still a young n*gga man
Know I never leave where we started: bro I promise that
Only time I leave is when b*tch n*ggas start to infiltrate
Throw it in the air and you looking like a dinner plate
Man I'm so hungry that my bones showing through my face
Damn near robbed my own b*tch for a better space
Loyalty ain't sh*t now, I'm searching for the real sh*t
That two Twin Tower earthquake type of real sh*t
Don't gotta deal with still grind type of real sh*t
The only real n*ggas like me spit that ill sh*t
OK, you n*ggas want me to stop that pretty b*tch sh*t?
But y'all can't f*ck with me, be that pretty b*tch then
I don't say "homo" cause I'm a f*cking thug
Should've been TLC: you a f*ckin scrub
Don't understand me, I don't understand me
I'm the only rapper that can do what I wanna do
I'm the only n*gga that can say what I wanna say
All these other n*ggas getting booed like OJ
I respect OJ, a fan of the Juiceman
Knew about Kool Keith, I listened to the Roots, man
n*ggas say what they wanna say about Lil B
Til you get the fame and respect, it don't mean a thing
G get the car and the house boy it's all a dream
Feel like Malcom X and think I'm Martin Luther King
b*tches think I'm Big Meech, rawest rapper in the game
If you say "Lil B sucks" you're a f*ckin' lame
I don't want awards and I don't want the f*ckin' like
I think I'm The Source so I gave myself Five Mics
n*ggas in jail waiting on to get their next kite
Only time I'm in jail a sucka try to take my life
Understand boy I just turned positive
Woke up today and I seen what my options is
And I know about these fake n*ggas
Infiltrate the game and I show you haters shake n*ggas
I am the earth so you are what you eat
Every rapper in the game gettin ate by Lil B
You n*gga's disagree, well put it on the record
And you n*gga's ain't ready it's like you on the summer league
I rap man I feel like I coach a team
Mo' money mo' problems it's the same thing
Real n*gga definition you a fake n*gga
Tattoos ain't sh*t but a lil bit of paint n*gga
Remember that when you go and get your new tat
You do it for the b*tches, I do it cuz I had to rap
Remember go get your education
We playing in the game where the judge by your races
That's why sometimes people getting faceless
Trying to look like what they did in the Matrix
Man it's finna be a cold summer
Only got one friend
Coyote and the Roadrunner
All you rap n*gga's tryin' to rap like Drake now
And he a good dude but sh*t I'm a hood n*gga
People sh*tted on my life for as long as I could imagine
Listen to DMX depressed while I'm rapping
Changes going through my body man hood came fast puberty right beside it
But ask me why I stay writing
To release like I'm acting, contract my notepad
Anything remembered
Remember me as a legend that never took no for an answer
Strive for the dreams, that move around like dancers
Look into myself for the answers
Newborn child in my arms, see the light
Another chance given at life
Let's make it right
Lead the world, stop the fighting
Lil B
b*tch