How Many Games

How Many Games

It took years to perfect the skills that make mc's kneel like servants

Because they subservient to this *****that's observant

Turbulent like the forces of gravity

I guess that's why her baby daddy always mad at me

It's sad to see when a ***** heart get broken

They automatically start chocking when my mind get open

Hoping to enter new realms of thought

And simultaneously makin them other mc's drop

Because they wanna be saucy just like ragoo

Well that might be cool for you

But I abuse fools with rap tools until they blows a fuse

Or admit that they lose

Now who wanna be a victim of my dictum

I play em like the fat boys and ha ha ha stick em

Pick em apart just like a vulture

While I like lyrically structure

Rap rehabilitation centers for the beginners

And I can't face cold winters without warm tenders

Pretenders tend to be in the lime light

But them **** don't rhyme right

Just cruising through the city

A couple chicks with me

I told em call some friends and they say they got plenty

Alright whats up for the night

I told em I'ma call my friends tell em what it is

We gone link up up shawty we gone get it in tonight

Well alright well alright

You wanna be **** with somebody you ain't bullet proof

I take a tooth for a tooth now where would that leave me

No where but sitting in a cell in a penitentiary

Because the court don't understand self defense

All they understand is putting a **** behind a fence

Without rehabilitation a deadly vacation

Probation and a state designated location

Some **** need it but I show much hesitation

You might not believe it but

You shouldn't have to watch yo back for ****** **** rolling up

Trying to get that money for free when it's easy to make it

But nah **** wanna gaffle and ****** take it

Talking all that **** me included

About that criminal element that make this life diluted

And ill suited for anybody that was born

Into torn families we endlessly mourn

You know I'm

Just cruising through the city

A couple chicks with me

I told em call some friends and they say they got plenty

Alright whats up for the night

I told em I'ma call my friends tell em what it is

We gone link up up shawty we gone get it in tonight

Well alright well alright

How much money can one black man make rapping

Well that depend if he can keep the hands clappin

So many fall by the waste side on they way

While I'm tryin to hear my **** on nine deuce point trey

And some people think that rap ain't **** but noise

And the people that do it they lack intelligence and poise

Because they jealous of the fact that we make the money stack

In the middle of white America and we young and black

I been studying rap ever since my adolescence

And that's why I consider my rhyming ability my profession

In essence this **** is real it ain't no joke

So quote I can get paid for this **** that I just wrote

Psychological pictures in my mind floatin

I wonder how I can make my album sales golden

Or platinum with the ***** thoughts that I have

That be running through my brain like the hundred yard dash

Just cruising through the city

A couple chicks with me

I told em call some friends and they say they got plenty

Alright whats up for the night

I told em I'ma call my friends tell em what it is

We gone link up up shawty we gone get it in tonight

Well alright well alright