Reign - Rap is a Sport lyrics

Nowadays these people are praised for being fake (fake fake fake) While the real ones get shunned and hit with the needless hate (hate hate hate) But hey, I’ll stay in my lane, it’s the right way I won’t fake my way to high stage I won’t f**k over a couple young and up and comers who come to Me wanting to cut it up cause I will annihilate Why wait till I rise to fame to try and ignite the flame of the rap game? What’s happening? This track is the fast lane of the highway, so get the f**k out of my way People will talk about me and they’ll go He’s so cold with the stuff he knows (stuffy nose) Spitting the word that should be heard every verse converses another convo on who’s the GOAT We live in a generation where Loyalty is just another f**in’ tattoo Love is just another f**in’ quote Lying’s just the f**in’ new truth I know a few dudes Who will screw you For a couple stacks and f**in’ new j**els So get the f**k away if you about that life Cause the E-R’s the only place that I-C-U Life has two rules, never quit, and remember rule #1 Keep your head high and your middle finger higher, f**k up everyone who wants some Do some s**t that is so different than anybody else under the sun Cause when it comes to life and to be the best in sight you have to be odd to be number 1 We’re gettin even, but we dont need to (two.) Pull up on you whenever we got a problem dog (pull up on me!) Tell me to my face you don’t like my song (you should tell me!) Let’s just say you did a couple things wrong You’re In deep, it gets deeper! The Grim Reapers with the Crypt Creeper I would love to body another diva Ain’t nobody really gonna miss you we dont need ya Always gotta remind em that I’m rockin with a machine gun For a mouth, dont count me out Have you ever heard about It, ever seen one? G.O.A.T. you’ll never be one Comin in gunnin for everybody whose buggin until they’re runnin ’cause f**k it I think it’s funny You ain’t Marshawn Lynch You’re a 3rd string player on the bench with a bum knee. Cuz Please Don’t play me Oh you’re a hater hater, we ain’t gravy You’re a player hater ’cause you hate the play that got them further than you could have estimated We saw that way that you escalated Four horsemen got you Frustrated Never heard of me but it’s a murder scene You won’t be revived, you won’t be resperated I don’t get in the middle of anything that don’t got anything to do with me unless we’re playing sports. (I Don’t!) But since you insisted, I’ll lace up my kicks quick, and meet you in the middle of the court (I Will!) I’ll be around because I’m coming back for the torch And I’m knowing that we can pa** on the back and the forth. (Ok!) You’ll pa** it for sure You’re the one I got it from, Rap is a Sport. (Ok!)