The game is f*cked up
Ni**as beats is banging
Ni**a your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn't
Your gangster look did it
So I would write it
If y'all could get it
Being intricate
Get you wood critics
On the internet
They like u should spit
I'm like, you should buy it
Ni**a that's good business
Forget this rap sh*t
I need a new hustle
A lil bit of everything
The new improved rustle
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 come, set up a camera and let the video run
And 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
I was getting head jobs
We call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play
Lyrical roulette
With an automatic weapon
I was repping with a Tech
Fresh like Manny be
Chain like antifreeze
Shoebox full of cash
Dealer man hand me keys
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer
Don't take Nancy Drew to see
What it do, I'm a 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 bitch, lawyer bitch
Sure he's rich now
Cause he saw this sh*t, all this sh*t
That's why they call him HOV
Cause he came before all this sh*t
Bought a 6, quarter seven
Skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a Nine from nonstop clock work
All the time
Guess who's back
Since this is a new era
I gotta fresh new hat
10-year veteran
I been said I been through
With this bullsh*t game but I never can
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow is so special got a 38 feel
The real is back