Rap Game ft. Introverse Lyrics

I'll muffle you motherfuckers, your brother and all your cousins who frontin

No one can touch it just like it's word to Busta

I never lost a battle, want the beef I'll shoot the cattle

Still don't give a fuck I'm focused on getting my pockets fatter

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

So I write every night so the skills can maintain

Yuh

When I walk in you smell the copper in the splatter

The studio been sprayed with shattered ectoplasm

I'm off center, just slightly

Fuck around, I'ma sight-see

Buckle up better toughen up

Push your luck tryna fight me...

We spend all this time tryna stack up the seeing eye

Tryna be real confident, but they call me conceited

Why

Maybe it's cause I love saying my name like Archangel

I try to keep it light, but the darkness sparks danger

Picked the pad over some shit to sling with gift of gab

I'm sick of being mad I lost my mind, I'm tryna take it back

At home I couldn't find no love, like I was missing that

Then opened up a notebook with potent but first I hit the drag

I'll muffle you motherfuckers, your brother and all your cousins who frontin'

No one can touch it just like it's word to Busta

I never lost a battle, want the beef I'll shoot the cattle

Still don't give a fuck I'm focused on getting my pockets fatter

I keep it real in this rap game

Bitch

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

So I write every night so the skills can maintain

My lexicon expanded, my brand is too underhanded

My promotional canvassing is landing on other planets

You can ban it or accept it cause rhyming is my directive

If you get aggressive at any message, it's leaving me unmentioned

Only for your protection, department of your corrections

When you're behind my bars, there's only room for confessions

Can't be getting festive when animals are my collective

I ain't the one to test when your war isn't progressing

Best believe I'll ice you out like Mr. Freeze

Kiss the ring where my right cross chip your teeth

Vision speaks, my bars complete the missing link

If on my record you sleep, just give it time to steep

I ride atop the beat like an incredible steed

Vines rising from the ground, color the fentanyl green

Like fingers that wrap around the trellis and squeeze

The way I suffocate you

Take it down to hellish degrees, ah

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

I keep it real in this rap game

So I write every night so the skills can maintain