Lyrics

Game in a grip, yeah Aim on hip, uh Don't play that shit, nah They on skip Confident, monumental She compliment I keep the hand full, yeah Run it up on sight Make a left make a right Got em rollin' out the dice Still no chance, on my life On my life? On my life Underlay, lay the pipe On the way, run it twice We the men you the mice (yeah) They unable to keep tabs I'm low key (key) I never take a spell but keep tricks up the sleeve (sleeve) The plug overplayed so we move to the street (street) I break it down she throw it up Land it and release (aye) (Woo) Out the way, get em out the way (get em out) Yeah Out the way, got em out the way (woo) Out the way, get em out the way (get em out) Yeah Out the way, got em out the way (woo) Game in a grip, yeah Aim on hip, uh Don't play that shit, nah They on skip Confident, monumental She compliment I keep the hand full, yeah Tell these labels get at I (yeah) But they could never box in a black guy (uh) They got drip I'm baptised New god flow, halos in black rides (ride) Thats I, add E (e) Adultery sweat in the back sit (uh) She ain't on crack but the head nod back Thats OD rap make the bag leak Liable (liable), I go underline like red on typo (typo) Jo roll up with a bible Spirit intake I'm god with the eye low God for the sight tho, new king My heritage make new you sing Make heritage gave you mood swings Now my heritage put lives on... (Aye) (Woo) Out the way, get em out the way (get em out) Yeah Out the way, got em out the way (woo) Out the way, get em out the way (get em out) Yeah Out the way, got em out the way (woo) Game in a grip, yeah Aim on hip, uh Don't play that shit, nah They on skip Confident, monumental She compliment I keep the hand full, aye From that CR where legendary made Ain't a one that could put me in a grave School of hard, motherfucker best behave If they in the way get em out the way Tell em I got yams in the cut We don't give a damn ain't give a fuck Roll around the valley in a truck Ya side chick ain't the only one we picking up Back with a ammo clip Got em in scope like tango 6 Fuck your analyst Put em in choke and play my shit I put the plan on flip Money and pain what a damn good mix Wait, your set reside where Xanax live I climb up ladder Molotov with a mob new bottle flip Hashtag that bomb over Baghdad Look in my bag dad Bag full of new tricks I kill em dead rigor mortis Shit they knew and they should have all fled Tuck the chain up but you ain't got chest I fuck the game up you shooting all blank Bank, till I bank My body in a casket, bang Sip fame out a cask and send All shots to a cop my shots wont end I drop they send, no lie I'm fitted, suit and tie I'm confident, my click confident So pay compliments or go die
Writer(s): Michael Hohnen, Tasman Keith Jarrett, Bevis Masson-leach, James Mangohig, Samuel Jarrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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