The game's fucked up
Niggas beats is banging
Nigga ya hooks did it

Ya gangsta look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Being intricate'll get ya wood critics
On the internet
They like you should spit it, I'm like you should buy it
Nigga that's good business
Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, a new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was what these pills are
I was a real star complete with real cars
No video ones, you can and come set up a camera
Let the video run
In my real life complete with real ice
VVS boulders all invisibly set
Head and shoulders my invisible neck
You see hova wasn't digital yet
Before Steve jobs made the ipod
Was getting head jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With an automatic weapon I was rapping with a tek
Fresh like Manny be chain like antifreeze
Shoe box full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys
Pantries full of arm n hammer
Don't take Nancy drew to see what it do
I'ma damn g
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That's big money talk can you answer me?
Before the Answer was a 3 I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, loyal chick
Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw this shit, all this shit
That's why they call him hov cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter 7 skipped on them quarter 8s
Bought a 9 for nonstop glockwork all the time
Guess who's back
Since this is a New Era got a fresh new hat
10 yr veteran
I been said I been through with this bullshit game
But I never can
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
When last year alone I grossed about 38 mill
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so Special got a .38 feel
The real is back

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