The Cage Lyrics

This is real hip hop when I'm touching this stage

This the beast coming out of his cage

This that poor project night and minimum wage

This the beast coming out of his cage

This that rusty 4-5 duct tape on the gauge

This the beast coming out of his page

This that lint in your pocket anything they get paid

This the beast coming out of his cage

To the streets I'm an original hoodsta society a menace

I'm in the Guinness Book of Records for handling business

One time my man's got jumped I wasn't with it

I went and got that scratch off not a lottery ticket

Spud son dog nephew that's all I need to say

They see my caliber like there's a gun in my DNA

Keep trying to replicate the 90s but they can't

Theres a whole lotta 69 and Ja Morants

The blocks hot come and get you a sun tan

Not to spoil nothings loyal

Even my gun jam

Contemplating why Splinter and Shredder fell through

Maybe because his man is a rat

Now he get hell too

No snitching if you don't live by the code I see you later

That's why I'm getting respect since food stamps was paper

This is real hip-hop yea I never front

Since I'm giving it to you raw, give me nine months

This is real hip hop when I'm touching this stage

This the beast coming out of his cage

This that poor project night and minimum wage

This the beast coming out of his cage

This that rusty 4-5 duct tape on the gauge

This the beast coming out of his page

This that lint in your pocket anything they get paid

This the beast coming out of his cage

You'll always have a job in the hood as a lawyer or a medic

Nothing sweet around here its safe for diabetics

Trips it'll cost you especially up north

I was in a cage like my address was W 4th

Never been a sucker from the womb to the grave

On the inside I was Bones Jones in the cage

I could finger paint make your face blue black

Show up at the hospital like "did I do that"

Yeah, you brought that back slap

I forgot I need your cash app

Video was so quick felt like a Snapchat

Known for them hands but the guns in my backpack

Both will put you to sleep quick like a cat nap

All that Tommy tough talk looking like a vic to me

Never been a victim I always come on and victory

Some tried to kill me, others, yeah, they get me

So either you could deal with me

Or deal with me

This is real hip hop when I'm touching this stage

This the beast coming out of his cage

This that poor project night and minimum wage

This the beast coming out of his cage

This that rusty 4-5 duct tape on the gauge

This the beast coming out of his page

This that lint in your pocket anything they get paid

This the beast coming out of his cage