Letras

I charge my losses to the game, I ask God, "Help me forget 'em" And I still hold grudges, I ask God, "Help me forgive 'em" ('give 'em) Can't help but think when they was down bad, I was there wit' 'em (me) Apologizin' to me, I accept it, but I don't feel 'em (nah) Got the devil on my back, two choppas on the backseat (yeah) And I'ma do the dash if I look and see the police (I'm gone) Five felonies, I'm a habitual offender (habitual) This rap - don't work, I got four -, I'ma pimp 'em (pimp) That's just how I was brought up (brought up), - a drive-by, -, walk up (walk up) Keep your mouth closed, you get caught up (don't talk) Rules to the streets, better listen if you in 'em (you better) And never ever go to trial with public defenders Rules to the streets, keep it real with your fam' (fam' first) Keep your name clean, if you owe that -, pay him (pay that man) Keep your business off of Facebook and Instagram (for real) Don't never ever talk if you f- around and get slammed (don't talk) That - ain't your - if he talk behind your back Don't give too many chances out, that -'ll get you whacked (splat) Never listen to a - that ain't in the streets (he lyin') Try your best not to beef, that - ain't good when you eatin' For real, 'cause nowadays your enemies'll put the police on you (they snitchin') Send a hit, then next thing you know, the police comin' (they comin') All the - I been through made me an OG, homie (I'm OG) - All that rap -, - got to show me somethin' How you a boss? Money don't make you real (at all) You've never been under pressure (never), facin' 30-somethin' years (life) Body made of steel (hard body), heart made of gold (pure) If they was in my situation, on the five, they woulda told (on the five) Protect your reputation (do that) instead of your religion (pray) 'Cause it's gon' take a higher power to help how we livin' (facts) No such thing as friends (nah), no such thing as homies (nah) Feed your mama and your kids, stay out the way, invest your money (invest your money) Rules to the streets, keep it real with your fam' (fam' first) Keep your name clean, if you owe that -, pay him (pay that man) Keep your business off of Facebook and Instagram (for real) Don't never ever talk if you f- around and get slammed (don't talk) That - ain't your - if he talk behind your back Don't give too many chances out, that -'ll get you whacked (splat) Never listen to a - that ain't in the streets (he lyin') Try your best not to beef, that - ain't good when you eatin' Ayy, practice what you preach (for real), don't live beyond your means (don't do it) Don't be out there hustlin' for some - that you don't really need (don't) Don't put - up your nose, you see how it did Scarface (you seen it) Don't worry 'bout the fake, that - gon' catch up with 'em one day (don't do that) You got a gun, use it (use it), don't be influenced by this music 'Cause they ain't really livin' what they rappin', see, I proved it I ain't sayin' goin' to jail is somethin' that I should be happy for (be happy for) I got the right to talk that gangsta -, these other - cappin', boy (cap) Rules to the streets, keep it real with your fam' (fam' first) Keep your name clean, if you owe that -, pay him (pay that man) Keep your business off of Facebook and Instagram (for real) Don't never ever talk if you f- around and get slammed (don't talk) That - ain't your - if he talk behind your back Don't give too many chances out, that -'ll get you whacked (splat) Never listen to a - that ain't in the streets (he lyin') Try your best not to beef, that - ain't good when you eatin'
Writer(s): Xabian Woods, Ricky Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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