Letter To Da Rap Game 2 Chainz (Ft. Dolla Boy & Raekwon)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came, I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
This is my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came, I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Chef what's happenin', Ghost what's up
Wu-Tang Clan, they ain't nothin to fuck, wait
2 Chainz ain't nothing to fuck with
Need search warrants 'cause these niggas is suspects
All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
This is my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap mane
Crack came, I didn't know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Two to be exact, grinding the kush pact
Ride with the roof back, live with a suit act
Killing 'em, so I am dying my suit black
Dear rap game, you are ill homie
Having me thinking we were gon' make some real money
Came from the streets, I'm a beast, capiche?
Like my dick in the mailbox when the bills come, oh!
And hey rap game, the real coming
The way I'm murking these niggas hope your will coming
And when you're numb, it's kind of hard to feel something
I'm the type to get rich and still hustle, yeah
And before I leave let me say this, play this
Have my niggas dead or in jail like Asics
Face it, back to the basics
2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest