Letter 2 The Game Lyrics

Alright, this like my 19th time fucking doing it

Let's get it

They don't even know which route I'm finna take

I'm quick to anger

Spit so hard my teeth are loose I need to get a damn retainer

Listen to the deeper truth and get to all the bullshit later

I'm an avid celebrator of breaking down legislature

I must've been a hater

Right before I got born in this place

In 7th grade I played the horn, this music been in my grace

And every morning opened up my eyes, I had the realization

You ain't getting any change until you change it up and speak the language

The world is talking to you, that's why they say it's a calling

It's time to pick your team like, AAU and get to balling

The ones we keeping highest up are always bound to falling

Melatonin flows is all I hear, bitch, I'm gon' get to yawning

Running shit on niggas, all they ask is, do us all a solid

Please, just let us breathe, we need a second from the YRN machine

Let me keep it brief

I'll cut you open

Making sure you see the only time you spill your guts is when my fucking sword is seen

It's him, the reaper in the flesh, go on and on and on and on and on and on

In every session, can you write a song for me

I look to him, what kind of question

Eating every beat that served to me, I'm getting indigestion

Barry Bonds, I'm knocking it out, football wasn't shit to me

Still running up South Street, trying to do a tally on the best and ain't count me

I can never lose because the music has found me

Cause I don't think I'm lost anymore

I just picked it up and ran out the door

I think about you more than I could possibly afford

And you gon' run it up, I tried to tell you stop it man

You had to go and change the score