Lyrics:
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
It's Warpath Records
It's El Charrou
Yeah Yeah
It's King George
It's El C baby
Let's get it
Yeah
The game ain't know I was coming 'till it happened
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
newly known at The 6
GTA no video game shit
But I love my city y'all
Yeah I love my city y'all
I love my city
I love my city, yeah, I love my city
Two years in spent a lot of hours Refuse to be the man that has no power
My wellbeing is controlled by my life decisions
I followed my heart that was
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkinÂ' about television and doinÂ' it on the radio
What we did was to help our
phased
I say hey,
It's time to
Make plays
And take names
It's free game
I don't fold
I kill lames
With switchblades
I be cutting brothas off
Like when I'm
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war games
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
the bowl, the shit's outta control
Brothas on patrol
They checkin' what ya stole
The whole, world is, looking amazed
Smack you so hard you'll be laid up for
the trash felt too heavy
Till a little bird said to me
Even independently, these tours ain't PGA
These streets ain't Sesame
Open you'll mind, you'll find
Hopin that we make front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know
front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know it's a damn lie
Talk about
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
game PGA
Hear an opp talking down on my name that's a good way to shorten your lifespan ETA
Lil bitty bitch wanna ride on my dick
Mix the nine with
on a brotha, that's a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted brotha with that blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve, than
the game 'cause
I wanted a challenge
You lookin' for tunnels
I've been climbing mountains
I'll go by myself fuck the
Ones that might doubt me
Don't need love
ain't sparing them
I'll give yo hoe the business like it was inheritance
The vigils they be candlelit your visual is damaging
Guilty by association watch
of another man
That a year ago couldn't see the plan
I don't understand
I guess that's the ways of the world
Rap game like the PGA
It ain't a whole lot that
these bands
By my lonely
This rap game be tripping
A bunch of phonies
I'm about to get up in it
And put some damage on the game
That they broke
Mmhh
Yeah
Cold Game
Ok
Here I come
Moses flow on my release
Let my music set me free
As I part the black sea
For peace pro speech
Soul on fire bring
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
is always gonna be a black thing
Ya know what im saying there's some white brothas that's doing it out there
But the soul of this game ya undastand is
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
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