Dear rap game, back on my BS

Sincerely yours, Young Pack

Oh and P.S.

I'm sick of all these trolling ass, stunting ass, clown ass

No talent having ass, lazy ass rappers

Punching every line like they crazy athsmathic

Bling below freezing, music below average

Fuck are ya'll saying

Swear you mentally challenged

Dare you try and come at me on a beat and do some damage

You amateur

You a flash in the pan, I got the stamina

Viagra, I go f*****g hard

I be on the mic

Ya'll in front of cameras, stomping yard

If I get a hit, it won't be an accident

Bumper cars

My days chillin all gone

I was comfortable being big fish, small pond

Now I'm back on my underdog

The unknown juggernaut

Ya'll gonna duck or nah

Uppercut so hard, hit you in the upper jaw

Killing it since rap was my other job

I'm the only one that saved me

Who my wonder wall

You will never know where I'm at

You a gutter ball, you won't get a pin from me

Pull strings on you bitches

Like a mother f*****g symphony

Always did it differently

Thank me that she faithful

Cuz trust, she would sin for me

Little Pat with the backpack rap flow

Turned Rambo

Game turned me to an asshole

Grab dough like I'm polite

Say you over bars

Well, you set em quite

Low no wonder

Listen up, this is how to spit a flow one-oh-one

A, read a book

B & C, read some other ones

D, put your heart in that spit

Lotta people just regurgitating popular s**t

We can see tho

E tho, shoot shots till they like free throws

Wash the competition, rinse and repeat those

Can't guarantee success

But if you work your ass off

I can guarantee at least respect

I don't f*ck with none of these

Buzzing for some other reason rappers

'Member when the fuckin meaning mattered

Shake hands, I feel I'm meeting actors

So I'm never out looking, like a swinging batter

Now I'm pissed I can't hold my bladder

Ya'll just get pimped, while I own my masters

I am not rich, but I keep my balance

Ya'll somebody's b***h

Talk like you the shit, I can't stand it!

This the type of thing that happen

When real emcees pushed to the brink and we snap

And people wanna act like we a dying breed

Real rap still alive long as I can breathe

Packy