Lyrics:
crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves niggas strung
By
Gettin' paid up in pace
Twenty-Fo' by the hour
Keep my pockets on stroll
And you know that I'm rollin
I can never be no faker
'cause my game is to go just
tired of the Weinsteins
Executing brothas troubled by a petty crime please
The irony
2020's been blinding
This a fight where pulling triggers ain't gon'
by doing what I love and I'll make it just wait.
Rap de barrio crudo loco pa' que no os canseis.
Damn! Llamalo 'La Grieta Game'.
Boom!
Suena en el sur
this bullshit by choice
My brotha he get me the bag and we wear the same fit man the jacket is dripping with Coins
It be running water and flooding
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Intro hook:
HATE
I'm gorilla
In the heart of the jungle surrounded by killers
They saying I'm next up like a nigga ain't been in the game
They shooting im vested up dare
Orlando
Never playing games no Nintendo
In the ring my brothas all creed Rocky Rambo
Hustle just to whip in the lambo
And you know I got to get my mama that
Hey, heard you wanna play in the game now
Wait a minute, I was bout to lock all the gates down
Say, how do you fuckin escape now?
Paypal probably
killing the game
I'll turn Murrlan to my murder lane
It's dapper Deaize and I go the apest
You bamma's shadow me, a basement
Dressed in all black cause I
think he that lucky I be by my lonely
I called up my brothas pulled up in a heartbeat
I walk in the game they all get confused cause they hear bout my
these jokers what dope is
I got the antidote to reverse and heal the necrosis
Restore the game what my hope is
All I hear is you gifted bro!
A solid Guy
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
like you, got real meaning
I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
You's a phony, I heard
Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it
I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution
It ain't hard to get addicted to fame
That's gon make em' back off
Not a switch blade but we came with a cutta
Fall out over a bitch that was never yo brotha
I know the game they can't play me
life in the hands of a judge
We lose to much of it to penal systems
Playing the game like an exhibition
feel like you really shouldn't mess with this one
they feel and how to release em
Im like a deacon, let em know the light be us
They see me beamin, let em know I might be uh
The greatest brotha to ever
the pavement
I'm like an elevator rising from the basement
Feeling married to the game by engagement
One thang don't play about my payments c'mon
Water down
my lane
If ya screaming, I'm next, I'm ending ya name
Off the grid for a minute but still in the game
Y'all and last year, really just one in the same
How Dare You Tell Me Its Tougher For You
Like I Didn't Here About Them Brothas You Kissing On Too
Quotables Debatables we 3-0 em too Call this thang
Shoutout to my next of kin
Love to hassan the everlastin assassin
Without him this wouldn't happen
Ties too strong
I got tattoos on my body done by homies
Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card
It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all
But all I can say is just keep
of liberty y'all
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
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