Lyrics:
off Madison
Tryna walk a straight line
But I can't find a pattern in her
I looked at the door
Put my drink on the floor
Cocked my nine when I
of like being in school uhh
we dreams about every things
i make this game without play the hands
i try change but my head remember my pain
every night
everything's making since now
Saving all my change because the rent ain't a game
This game got brotha's changed and it's all in the brain
See This game got
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
you know I ain’t one for games I ain’t got shit to lose
We graduated from them streets in a major way
That’s why them niggas envy now because they had
that's the only thing
I've gotten to a very good place
Though all of my friends and mentors in the
Game have been reaching out to me trying
To encourage
the birds
Catch him in the driveway
I had to hit him where it hurts
Gotta do it my way
they call me king like I’m Martin
Army 300 like we with the spartans
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets
play the game
Til she wants her name on the jersey
Then I tell her okay her lane
Post up
That's all I'm trynna do
A break from my life's the excuse
Just
but he speaking on my name
It's fuckup up now my brother say I changed
I had to change I'm growing in this game
straighten out the culture give a fuck
the game
Carving up my name
Set in stone left alone
Wikid Woadie in the zone
Never question my mentality
Broken by reality
Living Imortality
Lord just set me
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
back
I never blocked none of my niggas
I just taught 'em facts
They brotha's never taught 'em nothin'
They just bought 'em macs
They treat these
and said your fuckin' life stunk
[Chorus (2x)]
(Too $hort)
You know these hoe's don't phase
Never could play me
I got the game in my rise
the new NWA
The Drac hit harder than Dr dre
Shit make you lean back and rock away
My left wrist brrr, bitch, so icy
Glock in my Girbaud's, yeah up in my
Bitch be grinding on me
Don't be hating on me
I just came in the game
I'm not all about fame
I'm just all about ks
She be all on my way
I'm never
baby let me kick a little game to you
I've been watching you, watching me
And I know you want it
Come on let me kick a little game to you
Lean against
Back to my old ways, sipping Cobra the same
Got cobra sized blunts still smoking to fade
Fading away
Young killa in the game but he older in ways
Ten
every time I'm pullin' up
Dreads in my face so nigga you can't even see the Buff's
Sippin on this lean they like chill for' you get a gut
But It's
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
coochie why would I put it in her but
Iced out baby she a iced out slut
Break down the game I ain't turning down for nun
Took my 4by4 to the ring
Cross
guy
Beautiful and I'm so gone
I'll wait for you
So long
I'll lean towards you
So strong
I love all your
Silly games
I need love or
I'll go in sane
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