Lyrics

Like EA Sports, I stay inna game Lost my mother, I ain't never been the same Can't trust these nigga's gotta stay with that thang Shit quick off the hip if he try play thing Whole family gotta eat, I ain't worried bout the fame I done lived that life, I ain't worried bout a thing All the men tight, yea, we armed and dangerous Spin on that rip, we gon' leave a stain I'm jammin' like shit, i'm gone off the za I'm high as a bitch, i'm flourin' the car Nigga hit skates, how the fuck is we opps Nigga when you see me, you pose to up that glock Gotta stay out the way, that's just how i'm living You nigga's be dumb, i'm moving to smart Me and 2times gon' get on that car If he hop out the car, we gon year em apart Gotta stay on the move, got shit inna whip Wake up inna morning, trynna chase me a M I just dropped like 10 on my cartiear lenses My vision on point, I can see through these nigga's My grab the ski mask and drop shit on them nigga's Try spin on this rip, imma stand on business I'm fuckin' his bitch, AP on my wrist I can clear out a crowd wit G 26 He spoke on the guys, that's the last time he mentioned em I'm just a youngin who standin' on business Hop in that hop in, 4 deep in a black tints Everybody tight as a bitch, you the type nigga Who would turn a whore to a wife, bitch nigga Got hit, now he tippin, he runnin' from me He fallin and trippin, i'm riding wit drac I move with my precision (Yea, yea) Nigga I got iron fasho, nigga I got iron on go He'll cap to his mufuckin' folks And a statement, I know that he wrote Ion trust em, ain't givin' no lo's Got motion, be bringing me hoes Get tha pack and i'm flippin' the bowl I ain't lying we already know (We know) Ha, yea give a fuck I ain't lie in my raps He ain't silent we know he a rat Inna game and i'm checkin' my stats Callin' plays I ain't hearing the ref I'm a man, I can speak wit my chest I thank God for this shit cause i'm blessed I'm a thug don't you put it to test Hop out, nigga I flex Nigga keep purpin, on God get stretched Coolio tha goat ain't saying the rest Thuggin' the hardest, i'm moving the best Got beef, wit my people I know that they skressed Faking on live, nigga how you get pressed Can't play with coolio, nigga imma step Four nick hit em, got hit in his chest
Writer(s): Keshawn Forbes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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