Welcome To The Game Poem by Heather Yarbrough

Welcome to the game and the life of the lane gang,
Where p*ssy n*ggaz get shot and OG bangaz get fame.
New n*ggaz new rules we don’t respect the attitude,
It’s not a matter of the game it’s a matter of win or lose.
Partna got sloppy and disrespected his crew
Problems with these killaz is not what you need dude,
Just go talk to the master and head of all goons,
See if he can help you if not then your screwed.

Problem startin faggots deserved to get whacked,
Man im sick of cutting slack to all these n*ggaz slangin crack
Man its n*ggaz like this who rough up our neighborhoods
We just want a peaceful game of our crew and yours too.

Now I gotta mac 9 and im sittin in ya driveway,
with 30 n*ggaz and 60 triggaz standin behind me,
I got something to say if you don’t like it then f*ck it,
we’ll just keep it tween you me and this pistol im bustin,
yeeeeah
p*ssy n*ggaz f*ckin with me,
pistol play in broad day that sh*t aint nuttin to me,
you need to pinch ya self n*gga cuz you livin
A dream and im one of the realest n*ggaz that this industry seen….

Im like martin luther king wit a G.A.T,
no scholor no deploma no G.E.D,
I ride clean paint gleamin blowin THC.
Me and Shortii B and Big Z in the L.A.C.
We hangin and slangin weed every day of the week.
When the cops come through we get real lean,
turn off all the f*ckin lights and duck down into the streets.
But when the cops peace out we turn up all of da beats.


***This Rap Was Written By My Brother Adam. Not Me Comment Please.***