(You're playing with fire)

Look

Life's a bitch been keeping distance

She unfair but I'm still gonna listen

Told me get in my bag, fuck women

We ain't meant for the bread in the instant

Paint pictures, sound like Vincent bro put weed in the van then go

Block stepping I'm smoking dro

Duck from 12 and these banks close

Hustle the team got paper chasers

OTF, I don't know bout changes

In my hood, got smoke like vapors

She wan' fuck, man roll like papers, yeah

Man boot up weed like Lakers

Different sauce cups, different flavours

Drunk for the bread and my house for acres

Fuck the tax man, need my prof'

Duck from the jakes got loud in my sock

Need case in the bank like flop

Touch the brace burn out your pot, no license, I'm riding off

Let me know when you giving out slop, local fuck wanna have some fun

I jump in the trap with J, get spun, ay

See-, see me on your screen like shit, then spend time in the booth too late I'm gone

Hit after hit like Hit-Man, man I never move shit on the song

Only the beat I'm a King like Kong, seen their face yet right from wrong

But I still won't vouch when a snake get drawn up

Put him right there, right where he belong

Jump on the pavement, look for the payment, note invoice from rap, I'm patient

Young boy, I'm patiently waiting, sitting on the street, man grind, I'm skating

Small scar to the face, elevating, yeah I be high and the funds been raising

Only me and myself, I'm racing, sell up, wonder why they hate us

Hustle the team got paper chasers

OTF, I don't know bout changes

In my hood, got smoke like vapors

She wan' fuck, man roll like papers, yeah

Man boot up weed like Lakers

Different sauce cups, different flavours

Drunk for the bread and my house for acres

Fuck the tax man, need my prof'

Love the hood, don't watch the controversy, still link bro at the corner store

I see me ain't doing it properly, big time rap but they still move court

Hungry and humble, scrape off the food and the plate cah' I still want more

Them man rap, I ain't heard them before

Rest assured I'ma shoot and score

2-0-2, man came to my sense, this ain't the place I want to be at

Got in my bag on the tour ain't cheap, I moved the streets no time to react

Back then I met Iring plus, young boy didn't care bout gym

Now I dream about money and plaques

If rap don't work, I ain't doing it, leaves

Hustle the team got paper chasers

OTF, I don't know bout changes

In my hood, got smoke like vapors

She wan' fuck, man roll like papers, yeah

Man boot up weed like Lakers

Different sauce cups, different flavours

Drunk for the bread and my house for acres

Fuck the tax man, need my prof'

Baow, d-d-different

(It's G-Dawgs baby)

(You're playing with fire)