Lil B - RIP The Rap Game lyrics

Lil B, yeah I just k**ed 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**, yeah I had to sit down Growing up, real n***as rap, fake n***as 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**, caught a bullet like a running back Run North, hope you got grenades, ain't no coming back Real west coast sh**, run like the Taliban The AK cost 2800 like Stunnaman Put a s**a n***a on stage like Summer Jam Gun got all peanut bu*ter, I don't ever jam You living in Neverland, b**h you never ever can You rap n***as 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***as b**h I made the Vans song Shouts out to Wolfpack, still a young n***a man Know I never leave where we started: bro I promise that Only time I leave is when b**h n***as 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**h for a better space Loyalty ain't sh** now, I'm searching for the real sh** That two Twin Tower earthquake type of real sh** Don't gotta deal with still grind type of real sh** The only real n***as like me spit that ill sh** OK, you n***as want me to stop that pretty b**h sh**? But y'all can't f** with me, be that pretty b**h then I don't say "h*mo" cause I'm a f**ing thug Should've been TLC: you a f**in 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***a that can say what I wanna say All these other n***as getting booed like OJ I respect OJ, a fan of the Juiceman Knew about Kool Keith, I listened to the Roots, man n***as 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**hes think I'm Big Meech, rawest rapper in the game If you say "Lil B s**s" you're a f**in' lame I don't want awards and I don't want the f**in' like I think I'm The Source so I gave myself Five Mics n***as in jail waiting on to get their next kite Only time I'm in jail a s**a 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***as Infiltrate the game and I show you haters shake n***as I am the earth so you are what you eat Every rapper in the game gettin ate by Lil B You n***a's disagree, well put it on the record And you n***a'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***a definition you a fake n***a Tattoos ain't sh** but a lil bit of paint n***a Remember that when you go and get your new tat You do it for the b**hes, 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***a's tryin' to rap like Drake now And he a good dude but sh** I'm a hood n***a People sh**ted 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**h