Origineel
[Hook-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
[Hook]
[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
Havin 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 comin’
The way I’m murking these niggas hope your will comin’
And when you’re numb, it’s kind of hard to feel somethin’
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
My worlds coming to an end, speaking philosophical
Six’s on the coupe, when they said it was impossible
Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable
And we breaking bricks down, till the last molecule
Cherish the horizon, sun blessed party, hey
Thinking ‘bout this business, and it’s time that I gave away
Trying to make a plan today, niggas on there way
Locked in confinement, gotta learn to levitate
And on the inside, my instinct, I survive
All I got left is pride, touchdown, I’mma ride
I was raised as a boss
Damn, I let a nigga take me off
And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft
Mothafucker
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies
Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some guchi’s
It’s a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments
Bank roll was all we ever needed
While niggas was weeded, playing spades, and pumping crack in adidas
Just fly young with heart, I sift in the park
Made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah fuck who you are
Guns on us, I make you cry like onions come through
Stay in your lane, peep the name and we done it
I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that’s it
Go ask the Rocky Glass, “I class act?”
Villas, movie-making gorillas, the willas
The guest-star gun fights, squeeze on the squealers
Don’t come near me, nigga
If you don’t got no money, fear me
Matter fact, move it, ya hear me?
Vertaling
[Hook-2 Chainz]
Dit is mijn brief aan het rap spel
Hip hop, Ik ben een product van de val mane
Crack kwam, ik wist niet hoe ik me moest gedragen
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Dit is mijn brief aan het rap spel
Hip hop, ik ben een product van de val mane
Crack kwam, ik wist niet hoe te handelen man
I did what I had to do when the pack came
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Chef, wat gebeurt er, Ghost, wat is er aan de hand?
Wu Tang Clan, ze zijn niets om te neuken, wacht.
2 Chainz is niets om mee te neuken
Ik heb huiszoekingsbevelen nodig, want deze nikkers zijn verdachten.
Ik praat alleen over geld, dus Chainz is het onderwerp.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Ik kwam in deze klootzak, honderdduizend dollar sterk.
Twee om precies te zijn, die de kush pact slijpen
Rijden met het dak naar achteren, leven met een pak aan
Killing em, so I am dying my suit black
Beste rap game, je bent ziek homie
Ik dacht dat we echt geld gingen verdienen.
Ik kom van de straat, ik ben een beest, capiche?
Like my dick in the mailbox when the bills come, oh!
And hey rap game, the real comin’
The way I’m murking these niggas hope your will comin’
And when you’re numb, it’s kind of hard to feel something’
Ik ben het type dat rijk wordt en nog steeds ritselt, ja
En voor ik vertrek laat me dit zeggen, speel dit
Ik heb mijn niggas dood of in de gevangenis zoals Asics
Face it, back to the basics
2 Chainz op die wijven, ziet eruit als Vegas, de beste
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Mijn werelden komen tot een einde, filosofisch gesproken
Six’s on the coupe, when they said it was impossible
Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable
And we breaking bricks down, till the last molecule
Cherish the horizon, sun blessed party, hey
Thinking ‘bout this business, and it’s time that I gave away
Proberen een plan te maken vandaag, niggas zijn op weg
Opgesloten in een cel, ik moet leren zweven
En aan de binnenkant, mijn instinct, overleef ik
All I got left is pride, touchdown, I’mma ride
I was raised as a boss
Damn, I let a nigga take me off
En liet hem Josh vertellen dat zijn pops zacht was
Mothafucker
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Raekwon]
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies
Gokken en klauteren, proberen om ons wat guchi’s te kopen
It’s a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Gekke potten en pannen kopen, in appartementen blijven
Bankrollen was alles wat we ooit nodig hadden
Terwijl niggas wiet speelden, spades speelden, en crack pompten in adidas
Just fly young with heart, I sift in the park
Maakte omzet, schoot een paar granaten, yeah fuck wie je bent
Guns on us, I make you cry like onions come through
Stay in your lane, peep the name and we done it
I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that’s it
Ga het Rocky Glass vragen, “I class act?”
Villa’s, film makende gorilla’s, de wilas
De gast-ster geweergevechten, knijp op de piepers
Kom niet bij me in de buurt, nigga
Als je geen geld hebt, vrees me dan
Feit is, schiet op, hoor je me?