Play For Keeps

We play for keeps, whole hood know me

No new ****, they ain't on the block, makin' guac tryna feed the team

Ghetto mother fuckers got no circles

Big .30 hanging out, no curfew

One call, yeah Booka gonna murk

Sneak dissin', man, that's gon' hurt you

Oh yeah, we takin' shit

Steady runnnin' from the Jakes and shit

When we reach the top, we can stop doin' this basic shit

'Cause I ride or die for my ****

I'd get crucified for my ****

You'll never see a one-on-one, fuck boy, the whole squad gon' get you

These **** so phony, though

They'll act like your homie, though

Till they see some bands, but it ain't your mans

He just bail like Romeo

And I'm still by the corner store

Fuck all this rappin' bro

Might think it's a concert, and get beyond hurt, 'cause we clap a hoe

Now roll that dope stick, on the block, we smoke a stick

And **** die cause the cops come quicker than a mother fucking doctor, shit

There's one thing I never did, and that's love a bitch

'Cause I'm drillin' shit, I only love my clique

The OG told me to slow down, I see an opp, then he get blowed down

Take 'em down , then smoke his whole pound

Aww, they deep, huh? Empty the round

Get caught, but I won't make a sound

But it's dead 'cause I'm shootin' out of town

We sell green and white, but no brown

Finna bust a sale right now

These **** ain't really in the field

Lil Folks going in for the kill

Late nights, tryna creep with the steel

Shondale, how the hot shit feel?

And I love when I'm off that pill

Can't change boy, I'm too real

They say real **** don't say they real, well, fuck ****, I'm real

And if he can't break bread, he fake

I had one more buck on my plate

It was me and bro, we was in the store, and both of us got fifty-cent cakes

A bitch can't tell me she late

The condoms I use don't break

We at the starting point of this race

We gon win, ****, I can't wait

Takin' off, let's get it

L'A, what up bro? (Steve Drive)

A lot of shooters

Tay 600 up them Rugers

Let's get it, let's get it

Rondo'll gamble with your soul

GDK, fuck a brick, get exposed

In the hood strapped up, bunch of poles

Jakes snatched me up and you know I can't fold

600, free my **** D-Rose

All these hoes kinda gettin' too old

I ain't playin no lover games, with them lover gangs, **** get smoked

Yeah, there's a lot of us shooters on the squad

Yeah, there's a lot of us shooters on the squad

And if he holding on that work, he get robbed

TEC on my neck, I don't need no bodyguard

These **** be crazy

These **** don't tote

These **** think it's a joke, let me see an opp, I'ma blow

See, a lot of **** say I changed

'Cause Rondo done made a lil change

I still claim the set I claimed

And I ain't going, try to take my chain

D-Block, free my ****, M-Thang

Steve Drive, that's my campaign

And I would never switch, that just don't exist

'Cause that's blood on my name

Yeah, I'ma shooter bitch

Tay 600 up them Rugers, quick

Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block, I was tryna make it flip

He's prolly with his moms

He's prolly on the porch

Since a youngin, bitch I been that ****, I was blowin' torch

You, you know how, I rock, ****

They, they know how I rock, ****

Cdai got twenty-two shots, ****, add eight more, that's a mop, ****

**** do all that talk

My **** don't come from that cloth

Rock a opp, they can take that loss, 600 bitch, Rondo the boss

Let's get it, let's get it