Lyrics:
heart cold like a snow man
They ain't care about me I was starving with like no bands
Now they come around me cause I'm popping and it's so sad
Putting in
'bout profit I'm talkin' 'bout pain
I'm talkin' 'bout despair I'm talkin' 'bout shame
I ain't talkin' 'bout gossip I ain't talkin' 'bout Game
I ain't
I guess I'm letting all out now
I'm putting down the war behind me
I'm letting out all I have to say
Cause I ain't got no shame in this game
I'm
guess we both fools, Fools in love
Don't get fooled by my words you know my words ain't enough
I gotta earn your trust, insecurity in love
Don't you find
yuh
Ain't no angels in the jungle
Got to let his mama clean him up
I threw a lob but he fumbled
Yeah yeah yeah yuh
Chopstick by the manhood
a pair of timbs
Brand new yeezys man I need a pair of them
Killing everybody put the God fear in them
I ain't sell my soul I no pyramid
Fearing myself,
a fool bitch, I stay high
Killa T-A-why, and hear the pound down for the drive-by
These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my heart
You talkin loud, wolfin
my kind!
My kind!
I'm in love with a down home man.
Simple lovin' I can understand.
I've been hustled by the best of them,
And you ain't nothing
talking just for show get thrown in a lake Ricki
I done seen the illest situations get sticky
Surrounded by the snake ones who really ain't wit me
Like
it on the wheel)
I ain't trying lose my focus (I ain't trying lose, no)
I ain't tryna lose my chill (I can't lose my chill)
Never know when they might
cells cause I know the game well
Ain't no need to lie, when you die you got to hell
And never make it back, you gotta burn for your sins
No matter what
of brotherhood get kicked out the band
Feel like Tobi Lou cuz I trapped out a sedan
Why my rivals with no money skirting in lambs
That must be a lease I know you
These days I ain’t gotta touch the block to get chips
Got stock in that shit no more mops in the whip
I’m married to that cake Betty Crocker my chick
For
getting bodied as a rapper by a white fuck
And I know that is a shame, you got no game, you is lame, yeah go retire
Yea who knocking at my door?
I'm gonna
wit me
Sick in the head mentally deranged
Ain't no shame on my game yes I'm insane
I practice black magic and talk to dark spirits
I'm the man
of Matthew
Jesus has took the little boy's life
If we fucking bitch, just say my name
In public bitch, don't say my name (For real)
This ain't no game
This
twice shame on me
And I come from window pokin
B and E and pistol totin
I just gotta stay focused
And put my plans back in motion
All this money it aint
I'm locked in the lab like I'm goin spike lee
If you still don't believe don't come by me
Bond over hate that's a fan club
Stay in my line like a band
the plug
Imma electrician
Roll you in a blunt
You can be my next victim
Making money onna road
Stackin up
Every destination
So much blue bands
They can't
I was in Cuba wearing my cuban link and I just thought rah
Back then we was all mad men still don't how I got this far
Crack dens didn't seem bad
It's a shame, the way they try to hurt me
It's a shame, the way they got me walking round with my nine
Raised on game, a soldier that's showing no
Only time I look back for the check
Got a few bands on my own
I record from my home
I be laid up with your bitch no stress
How I don't be fucking with
trash its making me snoring
Push through the past, no need mooring
My ex's be mad, but ain't really sorry
I'm changing the story, remember i was poring
My
a gun
Prey on the lame, no shame to the game
And they all seek power, fuck the fame
The high rollers
Yeah, the high rollers
Street hustlers,
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