Lyrics:
had a few niggas
That I met up in the
Game who embraced the guerilla
Told me keep my head high
And keep on chasing that scrilla
D-Bo, they say we ain't
Yuh, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
My voice lethal
Hoping it blows me up like a Ford Pinto
Throw in the chips, done playing games
Raising the stakes, I'm
we don't do it the same
Head first, how I jumped in the game
Fuck you if you say that I changed
I'm still the same kid who never had a meal
You wasn't
don't care who is tougher
Just like I'm harden I'll ball in the paint
Spoke up some facts got to speak for you can't
Can't even gossip on niggas that shit
out 100K on a call on FaceTime
You ain't never bought a breach you ain't spam a bank
Yeen never made a drop in another state
Yeen never work a pro I can
the 4K still in this game
What's goodie
Welcome to the thirty three eight three seven first year players you can call us rookies
Pull up to court hit
won't, but my Haki
I don't, think they like me
Even, in my white tee
Laughin', they mad, who cares, it's fine by me
You hot?, I'm still icy
Then stand,
One-hits on two discs I hid up in a safe
Three places I keep secret crates
Loop 'em' grimy, 4K sample-rate
Truncate you punk fakes
Pump fake and dunk, chumps
the app it's 30k glued to my name
But still these groupies treat me like a villain
Put me in position, but for real it's real appealing
I've been going up
of thought I got nicer
Talking about Heiser
I'm an old dog and old dog's get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never
Soaking in the information
Given to me all the time
By 2000, I moved houses
Countless, I stayed a few months
Then I had to Leave
Mom and Dad Split
01, I
(I can't make this up)
Step inside the booth
Loosen up the tie
Superman is still alive!
(I can't make this up)
Retawdid-tawdid-tawdid-tawdid
can't buy a bitch loyalty (top)
Karma's a bitch that I knew on the block
10K, what I spent to get over a thot
Flexin' in pictures I knew that you saw
The Same age that Pac died
So I can't put the k up
You niggas rather chase a hoe
Or sit outside with all your bros
Be broke and got no goals
And be sharing
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
won't let me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change
Chorus 4x
If I could change,
Credit card or the weave
It ain't even touch the scale and it's still 10 g
Pop a nigga up
In public leave em dead crime scene
Treat a bitch like a puppet
Yo DRE turn this chronic up
Make them twist finger up
Pour that henny in they cup
Yo DRE turn this chronic up
Make then Throw they rags up
Make them
hustle, you ain't even in my league sir
What's up with these nerds?
They be out here, gettin' their salad's tossed, gettin' their leaves turned
The game
every fall Every stage
Cause they stay by my side every Road & repay
Since I was 18 had 10k up in my
Pockets nigga beware
I play the fast life
Never been
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
out my way
You come at me wrong bitch Ima hit yo' ass up with this K
Send a nigga to the hospital if he think about playing games
He was alive and that
your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court
one day, my brother
So wrap up your pity and turn it to ambition
And put your vehicle in 'drive' and stop by my side
I'll see you when you get
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