Lyrics:
pressure
They can't give us that, light 'em up like a candle (bup, bup, bup)
Won't ever call the police on no nigga
Nah (fuck that), jump out here in
and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out
When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have
the chance to keep watching the ball get stuck
But oh, I’m out the game coach
I don’t wanna come back to a coach
Who rate people who makin’ they same sound
laces
I got so many ladies who wanna come drive me crazy
That shit don't amaze me
I'm like, fuck you, pay me
My trust so low, that's why I be by myself
I
tight
In this day and age we stay afraid to stand out but we’ll stay for days for a hand out
And it pays to play so get your grands out I amaze with plays
the triggers with the beam
Guaranteed to point em out
Keep it dirty like its south
Put the barrel to his scalp
Oh you hanging in the streets?
Well its murder by
sure the game don't break ya' let me talk to em'
This life a game play yo cards right
You gotta get a grip and keep it tight, no complainin', hesitatin'
WITH EM
JUST LET EM RUN IT UP
TAKE A LOOK AT HOW WE LIVING
FRESH OUT OF PRISON
WE KEEP THE MONEY FLIPPING
WE PLAY WIT CHICKEN
WE BE IN DESIGNER LINENS
keep on missing
Follow by faith
If I look then I'm tripping
Walking on water
Boat London Tipton
Into the wilderness
Lust keep on tempting
Running away
feelings I'm just tryna vibe
If you can move with me then come by my side
Won't play with your feelings I'm just tryna vibe
If you can move with me then come
Bought a scale den cop some Work
2 Come up out dat struggle Let's get it
I had to stack my Bread up
It was time to learn my hustle SelfMade
I grew up
'em hit me, raise it baby
Stay with me (I love it)
Love game intuition
Play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked
I'll play the one
I'm gonna eat'em
No homo I keep that 9 like Rondo I keep that 9 like Romo
Nigga play he getting John Doe nigga play he getting toe tagged
I put that
Seems to me it’s inevitable we play this dumb charade
Surrounded by an ocean of lust you pull me closer and I am whirled in
As the distance between
the passenger seat
My lil' homies hang with me, I be passing 'em freaks
Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle
Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad
Slap honey
and prods me the best
To best myself is the thought of being forgotten in death
And I thought I could keep the songs separated from real life
To be honest
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
me to give you a reason
Excavate a way and focus on the play
People do when they inject me ah. Open sesame
The stress may, come in order but only if
on back up on top this ship
I done travelled on that astro black then passed out on this whim
Okay wrapped in plaster smash his limbs come flying off his
time I switch clothes
Pockets got knots in 'em, keep a couple Glocks near 'em
Long ass clip, know it got a lot of shots in 'em
Keep a bad thot with 'em
about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your
dark
Keep me out it baby, that between y'all (keep me out it)
Fuck her bad like I'm tryna catch a charge
Fuck her fast like I'm tryna catch a charge
This for all the niggas that come up out the real slums, you know?
You was wearin' your uniform maybe three weeks in a row, you heard me?
Yeah,
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