[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Ey, how do I go on from this
I'm mad at life, I got a bone to pick

I feel like me and life broke a wish bone and I got the short end of the bone and %#@!
My plan A ain't working, and my plan B it don't exist
I got a pot to piss in but my window of opportunity is closed so where do I throw the piss

I gave this game my all ^!$$%, I say it ain't my fault ^!$$%
I ain't to blame, I chase the fame, I can't explain it at all, hold up
Crook paved the way for us raw spitters

But the game just favoured you soft ^!$$%s
My fame chasin' was pain stakin, now I chase my pain with malt liquor
But I did everything thing that I could

We the best rappers whose name is not Crook
Leave the game, I won't be ashamed but $#&@ you if you say that I should
Yeah, I was denied my perks, I won't lie, that hurts

$#&@ this song, this is my last verse
Wanna get it over with that's why I rap first


[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
I did everything that I could
I did everything that I should

If I could say it again then I would
But I'm tellin' the game that I'm good
(x2)

I gotta say so long, say so long
I can't go on, I ain't that strong
I gotta say so long, why it take so long

I can't go on, this my last song, ohh

[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]

I didn't get my fair shake
Even though I'm as good as a Wayne or a Drake
I even try to follow Jay's

Blueprint but now I got's to say
So long I'm finished
I don't really understand what God intended

I could have been a ^!$$% on the top
The second coming of Pac but I'm not
Man I don't get it, Yeah, this %#@! hurt

Tears in my eye as I spit this verse
Talkin' to God, could you lift this curse
Now I gotta find me a different perk

????? what to do
All I can tell is the $#&@in' truth
Music took me, my brothers' and my mother's youth

Now I just want a $#&@in' truce
I'm in love with rap, but my life-long love never loved me back
I done lost every woman I had cause of the love for rap

But now I'm gone, I ain't coming back
I be like $#&@ ^!$$%s, this game's for $#&@ ^!$$%s
This game ain't for real ^!$$%s with no skills, nah they don't $#&@ with us


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
Y'all made me go, go, y'all made me go
Will I come back? Maybe so, so

But maybe no, motha$#&@ the radio
Motha$#&@ them videos
^!$$%s be dressing like any old thing

Wearing them skinny clothes
$#&@ that %#@!, $#&@ that %#@!, a ^!$$% like me won't pretend to be
Something I'm not, Something I'm not, I won't ??? to this industry

I'm a grown-ass man with a grown-ass plan
And I won't get $#&@ed on some broke back %#@!
If you don't understand I'm a ??????? I quit


[Verse 4: Kenny Siegel]
Used to love rap, like will I stop? Never

But if it's cold enough to be $#&@in' Crooked's
Someone as dope as my older brother, Crook, whose five times better
Over years get to thinkin', will I rhyme ever

I may as well flip a bird, 'till flippin words
Flip a ???, flip a burger, somewhere
Rappers talk like they hustlin', and bubblin' but strugglin' in 2 seconds from hustlin' the bus fair

Kind of reminds me of a broke Xbox disc, this game really don't play
All the ????????? yours, and every goal of yours, you could believe you gon' pay
Man, I be like $#&@ ^!$$%s, this game's for $#&@ ^!$$%s
This game ain't for real ^!$$%s with no skill, nah they don't $#&@ with us


[Hook]