LUDACRIS

LUDACRIS - Charge It To The Rap Game lyrics

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(Hook)

Everybody wants the fortune and fame

The more things change the more they stay the same

This industry's like a crap game

Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game, yah

(Verse)

Where do I begin, well, the industry's shady

Now everybody's yo friend

I had to learn that shit the hard way

In and out of bogus contracts since before I was rappin' in the hallways

Everyone out fo' money, executives out fo' blood

If you don't keep the music current, then labels will pull the plug

Get it? Hard to admit when shit don't go the way you plan

When everybody's on Instagram just frontin' like life is grand

Take it back to one of my first tools(?!)

Fuckin' everything movin', thinkin' groupies will neva do somethin' back to us

Kick 'em out the hotel, swearin' I hit my finer things

Lost a bunch of jewelry, from a Rolex to a diamond chain

Bitch, how in the hell did I get caught slippin'?

Meanwhile, on my records nigga talkin' bout he pimpin'

Maybe exaggerated a lil bit, you know, fake it till you make it

Everyone of us rappers gotta talk a lil shit

Yeah, I done smashed some video vixens and some actresses

But brandname pussy don't feel no different on my matrices

Insecure hoes with breast jobs and butt shots

Blame it on us rich niggas sponsorin' shit and whatnot

Now guys are just as big groupies as these women is

Say you break up and the bitch wonder where her percentage is

While these regular hoes will try to play that trap game

And now's the time I blame it on the rap game

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Listen, this ain't scripted, this reality

It takes some drugs for us to conquer this insanity

Means using our name, promoting these fake appearances

Publishers over charging, taking years for these clearances

I got sues some rapper said I stole their joints, nigga

Spend half a million just to prove a fucking point, nigga

We got the FEDS thinking rappers never lose

Gave a producer 100 grand for a beat I never used, damn

The false stories and being misquoted in magazines

Got a nigga wantin' to go unload a couple of magazines

Enter yo office and shoot up yo whole fuckin' staff

Post that on your website and burn while I fucking laugh

You protesters at my concerts, y'all make me sick

I thought I told you, I would never disrespect a bitch

It's clear to see that hip-hop's under attack man

Is it cuz that no-one wanna see a rich black man?

Really, they want us with no money, hungover and missin' flights

And cuttin' our show money, hip-hop cops still lurkin'

Been tryin' to catch us slippin' and put us in the position

To make some real life decisions

Hmm, or do we just be doin' dumb shit?

Empty or not, these gun clips ain't always on the run, shit

Lifestyle of us entertainment hood niggas

If it's bad to be a rapper, what's good, nigga?

(Hook)

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