(Chorus: Cameron Taylor) Yeah I wanna be in the game like this Yeah I wanna rap like this Yeah I wanna write like this Yeah I wanna make beats and produce like this But no... Cause he still christian though Yeah I wanna be in the game like this Yeah I wanna rap like this Yeah I wanna write like this Yeah I wanna make beats and produce like this But no... Cause he keep it real though (Verse 1: Cameron Taylor) Yeah I keep it real And I bust rhymes And I bust raps Like you bust gats Hear a *clap* *clap* Now its black cats, black cats, black cats, black cats Yeah I got that bad luck... People give way but they still look stuck I give help but they still given up Sick in the head like a codeine cup Everybody wants fame... And in this life its all fair game So its all good if I never make it At least I wasn't out her fakin Or pullin up on my enimies hatin Birdman why you actin so fustratin *Put Some Respect On It* (Chorus: Cameron Taylor) (Verse 2: Cameron Taylor) I ain't out here talkin dough Or slappin hoes Or Rollin chrome Slingin dope Like a jump rope Or catchin bodies Lookin through a scope *pew* Everything lookin like its false hope They told me climb that tight rope Didn't know it'd be covered in soap And my chances were about as slim as they go Everybody out here hauling.. Everybody out here balling.. But truth is Ain't no humpty dumpty without that brotha falling.. These rappers out here crawling.. And sprawling.. k**in raps, forestalling.. I think I found my true calling.. (Chorus: Cameron Taylor)