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Do I wanna join the rap game or be a trapper?
Hanging round fake niggas I can't be a actor
Ion shoot dice but I see that you a crapper
Think you

down a bank
Cop 500 years but I won't do a day
Popped a cop in the face
Hold up wait
Now I gotta do the same
If your swervin in my lane
Get fucked by

love, outta luck
How long my songs gone be about living in a rut
They told me dog stay down yo' day gone come round, even mutts, get one
Roll up a joint

through
I just need you here by my side
I just want somebody I can vent to

You and I were just young
Deep and drunk in our love
Nobody better
I promise I'd

days
Don't take it personal I know life is a cold game
Learned how to get me some slow paper from old wayne
And when its seeming too perfect just know

a brilliant twist of fate
Now let's hit those clubs that make this city famous!
My young ace is live, so I pull him aside
Let's rap face to face, hey yo meet me

chasin pussy (Nah)
You niggas act like Tom and Jerry
Imma be on top forever
Yo shit only temporary
Ice man (Ice)
Bitch I'm cold like this is February
Imma

cold play
Bay bay kids
Oblivious to old age
Grown ups show up
We relocate
But invite 'em in, see?
Homemade OJ
Parents just don't understand
And that's OK

forward not going back
Uh HUH
A MESSAGE
Uh HUH
TO Tha STREETS
YOU ABANDONED ME
Yo where was the Love when I needed it
Cut my wrist to flip and best believe

mind I'm drowning
Hundred calls is downing
Fucking on this bitch
And she quick to say
She don't suck dick
Stop the play
Like a ball game
Got these honeys

Money outta violence and drugs only
Vado be that muthafuckin thug only

Run this shit from now on
Nigga got the game by the throat
Fly shit'll leave

Yo girl give the signal and then I go hmmm 
Young king coming out the motherland 
Just like the diamonds and all the gold 
And all the other shit we

10, 000 hours and still I climb, but never was I blind to the signs on this road
See it's all by design we was never meant to you grow
Never meant

We played the game 
The season came 
We made exchanges
At least we know loves just not a common phrase that’s tossed up on the account of mistakes

talk)
In my new spot leave your shoes by the rug
Niggas dissing these dudes want a buzz
Man I lost all of my screws as a pup
On 4 or 5 blues I was stuck

walking
Rest Mama Aye, Ts trauma, I feel haunted
Otto Stitch is Stitching pain
But tell me Why did you come here?

Holding on by a couple threads
But I got

Eyes are closed
Mind is woke
So reap what you sew
You got property
Collect all yo' gold
We all caught in the hype
It's fun and games
I think we wasting

Swear they don't do it like this
I'm on some ice shit
Cold, beat a nigga like night sticks
I write sick
Why I got the game in a tight grip
You nigga been

fostered
On the training grounds we built the game around while gettin’ gamed around
Brown Kid Crew, clenched fists, but where they aimin’ now?

They can’t

been all that's on my mind
Baby calling, accept or decline
You ain't ready for love, shit, then take yo time
If it's a game then imma play it real kind

Said call me when you can
Let's meet up tomorrow
I know a nice spot
Meet me by the shop
Two on the dot
Never ever thought
I'd meet a girl like this

main bitch done chose

Iceberg da don yea my pimp game to cold

Fuck what u won’t  do trick do as you told

Can’t get no rest bitch it’s back to da road

Cold like a ghost in winter 
My niggas are born winners 
Y’all people are pretender 
And that ain’t the shit I’m into 
Askin if y’all ride for me

with me you gone feel it in yo spinal
Shit is too real need to press it on to vinyl
Feel like Stevie bitch, I could do it with my eyes closed
No game no