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Think It's A Game This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission I don't see no competition Waited my turn and I played my position Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood But I can't get the hood up out of me I just found out my big homie a rat I'm shaking my head, rolling blunts in a scat Jumped in the booth put the hood on my back Pop me a large tab to relax These n*ggas been hating since I jumped off the porch N*ggas been hating since I jumped in the streets Bought me a gun I was ready for beef Couldn't turn back I was in too deep Got a phone call Getti mama on live That sh*t she was saying brought tears to my eyes I don't really need to be speaking on this But today imma swallow my pride We was like brothers, no matter what happen We always gone ride for each other Got that off my chest, I wish you the best We family so tell me I love you But back to the song imma get me some money If I don't do nothing imma f*ck me some h*es How could you hang with a n*gga that told Free all them real n*ggas locked down the road Remember them days I was wearing Girbaud Now a young n*gga be rocking Amiris Now a young n*gga be f*cking on instagram models I swear that this sh*t here done got serious This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission I don't see no competition Waited my turn and I played my position Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood But I can't get the hood up out of me (Yeah sh*t ain' happen overnight, n*gga Had to got d*mn put in over time with this sh*t N*gga had to grind for this sh*t, it's just my time now) These n*ggas ain't right, these b*tches ain't right I put my feelings on ice Ride wit my dog if he wrong or he right Ain't no one on one, we all gone fight Forever my brother we locked in Ain't performing if I don't get the glock in When you riding in foriegn cars you ain't gotta say a thing Them b*tches just hop in Ain't trustin no b*tch unless she mine Go hard for Rebecca cause she got my spine Got love for the East it been multiple times I could've been dead but them young n*ggas riding Ain't never hated, I waited my time My mama just called me she love when I shine For me she gone pray every night God watching over me but I still keep me a Iron I remember that night n*ggas shot up my truck Ain't have no gun couldn't do sh*t but duck Caught his ass slipping and fired him up F*ck every n*gga ain't riding with us N*ggas gone hate when you poppin' But f*ck 'em they know how we rocking They already know how we coming All the ARs got a hundred But f*ck all of that gotta take care of my seed If my raps don't sell imma sell me some weed Long as I ain't selling my soul I gotta accomplish my goals Just got off the phone with Lil Lo He told me lil cuz this your year But all this money ain't easing the pain Wish granny and sexy was here This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission I don't see no competition Waited my turn and I played my position Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood But I can't get the hood up out of me This year I ain't playin' I'm on a mission I don't see no competition Waited my turn and I played my position Sat in the room ain't talk I just listened I ain't have no motion them b*tches wouldn't follow me Now I got these h*es tryna swallow me In a condo in Cali a long way from the hood But I can't get the hood up out of me
Writer(s): Cortez Oates, Juan Tabarrejo, Henri Velasco, Lev Aleksandrovich Gorelov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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