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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Just Liv
Just Liv
Songwriter
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Songwriter
Cash Jones
Cash Jones
Songwriter
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Songwriter
Stanley Benton
Stanley Benton
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Producer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My daddy died, I paid for his whole funeral I get it, I was supposed to But after that, if you knew what I had to go through You would understand why I wanted inside that hole too You ain't even give me a hug or a pound yet Askin' for money, daddy ain't even in the ground yet That ain't what bros do How you spend your whole life with a stranger You call your brother that don't know you? 2006 Bentley coupe parked at Nobu I was your bulletproof vest when them Crips tried to smoke you Shit be hurtin' my heart so I approached you We on the same team but you think I'm tryna coach you I was in first class, I looked back You was mad so I gave up my seat and sat in coach too Here's somethin' to toast to I bought the weed, the blunts, you smoked that and the roach too (Calling) All this stress got me pourin' shots (Out to) Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block (All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (family) (Calling) All this stress got me pourin' shots (Out to) Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block (All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (family) Over a bitch, dawg? All this shit over a bitch, dawg? I mean, really, over this bitch, dawg? I was LeBron, you were supposed to be my Rich Paul Baby to Slim when a nigga got rich, dawg But your love turn to hate, that's what we split for When the fuck you get soft And start talkin' behind my back Like baby mamas when they pissed off? I couldn't fuck with your energy when the shit's off Hate it or love it, video inside that '64 Me and 50 was the twin towers You hit us from the inside and watch both them shits fall I almost died, you ain't save me then You ain't patch the bullet holes in my Mercedes Benz You hate me now, you hate me then I remember the way you looked at me in my baby crib My brother's keeper, right? (Calling) All this stress got me pourin' shots (Out to) Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block (All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (family) (Calling) All this stress got me pourin' shots (Out to) Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block (All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (family) I can't believe this life took my pops We fightin' each other and we both look like pops Nah, I take that back, I look like pops And when I see you, you look like opps You look like Biggie, I look like 'Pac Fuck it, we could both die, all this shit is for nothin' I'd kill my own brother, I ain't bluffin' It's a temptation of mine and you look like David Ruffin I can see you all my enemies in a dark room Or maybe I'm hallucinatin' like I'm off 'shrooms But I'm not, you mad, my life is a movie And you been hatin' since turnin' off my cartoons All this shit bottled inside, I'm 'bout to blow up Pimp the butterflies in my stomach before I throw up So what? I got this Hennessy, it's time to pour up You 44 years old nigga, it's time to grow up (Calling) All this stress got me pourin' shots (Out to) Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block (All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (family) (Calling) All this stress got me pourin' shots (Out to) Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block (All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (family) Calling all my family, yeah Calling all my family
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Amir Motamedi, Edgar Panford, Stanley Benton, Cash Jones, Just Liv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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