Lirik

(The realest) All my life, nigga Made for this shit Road runnin' Yeah When you hit the bricks, new whips and new bust downs Celebratin' like parades when it touch down Learn to stretch the new compressors for the cut down It's love for the ones who came before us, now it's us now Only up 'cause it's only us, shit, who else be winnin'? Oh, that money made you change? Well, who helped you get it? Gotta figure out your lane 'fore you help them niggas They say, you get it on your own, you a selfish nigga Treat the Cullinan like a coupe Benz Treat the Robins like my new friends, Forgiatos cost a loose ten Stack before you fuck it up, buy a few cribs Times change, shit, a hundred racks, the new ten I been thinkin' 'bout my nigga, though, on that road runnin' They already told on him 'fore he sold somethin' Said he got a load comin', let him hold somethin' Fucked up, out on bond, spent the pros on it Dope game like the rap game, rap game like the crack game The streets hot, better stack change We had dreams of bein' stars 'til the rats came Niggas turn on they dogs for the rap fame Dope game like the rap game, rap game like the crack game (what?) The streets hot, better stack change (stack change) We had dreams of bein' stars 'til the rats came (fo' real) Niggas turn on they dogs for the rap fame Blue tips for the new fins Shoot SIGs, clip the loose ends Do it big, I got two kids Buy the cameras for the cribs when we move in Fuck a ticket, do it big if you doin' Blue baguettey, bust a rope down They got petty with them pills Fillin' all that shit with fetty, that's how Loc died Seen his daughter at the 'sptial, shit, we both cried 30-round 45 big as your size Thankin' God for them blessings, I had to prove 'em wrong Seen a nigga with respect turned into a troll Seen a rat get respect and they knew he told Can't get no game from no rapper, I don't like doin' songs Took a risk for this watch I got Took a chance for this ice I rock Make some bands, this Wocky drop Don't hit the road with no L's, you might get stopped Can't believe they droppin' bail, probably forgot Dope game like the rap game, rap game like the crack game The streets hot, better stack change We had dreams of bein' stars 'til the rats came Niggas turn on they dogs for the rap fame Dope game like the rap game, rap game like the crack game The streets hot, better stack change We had dreams of bein' stars 'til the rats came Niggas turn on they dogs for the rap fame
Writer(s): Chivez Smith, Ronald Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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