(Chorus: Cameron Taylor)

Yeah I wanna be in the game like this

Yeah I wanna rap like this

Yeah I wanna write like this

Yeah I wanna make beats and produce like this

But no...

Cause he still christian though

Yeah I wanna be in the game like this

Yeah I wanna rap like this

Yeah I wanna write like this

Yeah I wanna make beats and produce like this

But no...

Cause he keep it real though

(Verse 1: Cameron Taylor)

Yeah I keep it real

And I bust rhymes

And I bust raps

Like you bust gats

Hear a *clap* *clap*

Now its black cats, black cats, black cats, black cats

Yeah I got that bad luck...

People give way but they still look stuck

I give help but they still given up

Sick in the head like a codeine cup

Everybody wants fame...

And in this life its all fair game

So its all good if I never make it

At least I wasn't out her fakin

Or pullin up on my enimies hatin

Birdman why you actin so fustratin

*Put Some Respect On It*

(Chorus: Cameron Taylor)

(Verse 2: Cameron Taylor)

I ain't out here talkin dough

Or slappin hoes

Or Rollin chrome

Slingin dope

Like a jump rope

Or catchin bodies

Lookin through a scope

*pew*

Everything lookin like its false hope

They told me climb that tight rope

Didn't know it'd be covered in soap

And my chances were about as slim as they go

Everybody out here hauling..

Everybody out here balling..

But truth is

Ain't no humpty dumpty without that brotha falling..

These rappers out here crawling..

And sprawling..

Killin raps, forestalling..

I think I found my true calling..

(Chorus: Cameron Taylor)