Lyrics:
manipulate the art and create
See, when I first started my heart was in the right place
Then they changed the game and I still kept pace
So now I'm in
guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing
Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
You're all up in the game and don't
kill me you aint poppin out
Put my passion in my music i aint stoppin now
Moving work wit my brothas we aint clockin out
See that n**** on tha east we
the mental
I drive by in my rental 14k for my dental
I can't leave drank alone
It's got me going, in slow motion, yeah
Pull up clean in a Tesla
Got the game
me spin my wheel.
Hit em' with the bomb inside the brain
I step in the game with a ledgendary artist, gotta do my thang
And uh, it's on god and me,
I been sipping on lean I pour mud for the trouble
Got stabbed in my back how you claiming you love me
This new ammunition it came in from russia huh
call
Make tunes outlasting all, classicness like Biggie spit
I like her but she shows me no love gives me the snub
I think she's intimidated by this
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
the game
Keep on tweakin’ on them benzos
[Hook DopeDilla & SLKT4]
I don’t take no shit from nobody
You can tell it by my swag (swag)
From the bottom
points in the game
Says she loves me, yet no longer staying
Callin me brotha, but don't call me plain
Thought we got each other
But all I got is shame
He
talk about this thing called friends dog
Friends, All my partners and homeboys
Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side
Friends, Thugs that been down
my steps, (yep)
Feelin' like Im Goldie strait up out of the Mack, (yep)
Get in where I fit in, fall in right in between' em,
Smoother than Grande
mention me & shit around the city I'm the top dog
My glizzy holding pj tucker in the pot ain't talking hot dogs
My game spicy as it come giving my niggas
the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
brotha kinda tellin' me to snap with the quickness
Fam in the Bay to LA, here to witness
Flippin' my emotions, all ten with the gymnast
Say I'm number two
and look at my bitch
They told me back in the day
I wouldn't amount to this
I'm peepin these nigahs
They counterfeit
They hating on me I don't give a shit
I be creeping in my ride
I'm a stay a G for life, so you can bet I won't think twice
I do what I got to do to survive in this game
So I'm in
So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that highland
Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that annie mae
Catch a nigga talkin shit, he my
swear it's pristine
I made my sixteens
With moments that felt clean
I turned it to art work
I see it in Sistine
This go out to all the all the lives
cuz said you a bitch
Guilty by association
See you on the facetime
Thought you was my brotha
But emotions got you outta line
Nvasion on your hand
See
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
late nights
Drinkin' Champagne
Never switching' up, going up
Watch the drip game
R I P ma brothas cold world
Don't be slipping' (Stunt in peace)
Yeah
meat is my favorite dish, and I bitches for kicks
I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont know victim's door next
Get the stick in you torso
pigeon toed
Keep on forgetting my password gotta switch the code
Pull up by myself tear the house up like a nematode
Pull up to the studio with a beat that
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