Battlefield 7L & Esoteric

[Chorus]
These are words that my men have been real
Ain't tryin' to reinvent the wheel of wack thug
The game's like a sick battlefield with men ill
But I've got my whole fam with me now that's love
These are words that my men have been real
Ain't tryin' to reinvent the wheel of wack thug
The game's like a sick battlefield with men ill
But I've got my whole fam with me now that's love

[Verse 1]
Yo, chip on his shoulder, glad it sunk in
You don't walk with; you walk among him
Thems the rules, no bendin'
No flow lendin', this takes balls like goal tendin'
I, man up stand up to the bullshit
Telling fans put their hands up if they through it
The fake shit
I got a man named Eddledip (?)
Fifteen, just got out the bing and he said
"This is what rap is, fuck I had this, upper class kids
Using 'ghetto' as an adjective" (No!)
"This is what rap become, speaking smart actin' dumb
Rapping like a shooter when you know you don't pack a gun"
I said "Nah" but I was lying through my teeth
Cryin' underneath as I heard a sigh of relief
Then I told "It would never look bleaker
Today you've got to dig a little deeper"