Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
$KEETA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kedric D'Andre Jones
Composer
Kalani Ware
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KalaniOnDaBeat
Producer
Lyrics
Straight drop, will make any block rock
Cold water make the coke from goin' shot
Had to shortstop 'cause all the smokers want the notch
Come lookin' for some powder, then I'm crushing up my rock
Never had a million dollars, but I sold a million rocks
I'll never make it out the block, you know I gave it all I got
My big cousin Josh lost his momma and his pops
But Grandmama played his momma, why my granny had to die?
I'm from the side where the skinny **** ride
And the stiffer **** switch sides in the middle of a riot
I seen dealers turn to robbers around December 25
They screamin,' "Stop the violence" but too many **** died
Scale full of residue, pumpin' for the revenue
The game ain't free, but be careful who you sell it to
Never tell a **** do something you would never do
Whoever that you sell it to, just break it down to decimals
Listen to what I'm tellin' you
Some of this shit is priceless
Gotta keep it to yourself, a lot of **** ain't gon' like it
Uncle Tony, he was pumpin', had to scold me in my diapers
Man, I remember when we were younger, smokin' papers out the bible
We ain't the same, I ain't in it for the fame
You gon' go and cop a watch and cash out on a chain
I done put it in the gang and go cop a whole thang
Pass glocks to the game, play the game away from stains
The junk buyers know my first and last name
Neck deep in the game, 'caine flowin through my veins
Heart full of pain, broken hearted from the game
If the game ain't free, how am I charge it to the game?
Somebody gotta pay me, compensate me for my pain
If the game ain't free, how am I charge it to the game?
Somebody gotta come and save me, pay me for my pain
If the game ain't free, how am I charge it to the game?
Baby mama playin' them ol' baby mama games
Won't let me see my baby, she drivin' me insane
I'm her father, she's my daughter, shit, we kinda look the same
Blood flowin' through her veins, but she don't got my last name
Scale full of residue, pumpin' for the revenue
The game ain't free, but be careful who you sell it to
Never tell a **** do something you would never do
Whoever that you sell it to, just break it down to decimals
Listen to what I'm tellin' you
Some of this shit is pricey
Gotta keep it to yourself, a lot of **** ain't gon' like it
Uncle Tony, he was pumpin', had to scold me in my diapers
Man, I remember when we were younger, smokin' papers out the bible
Doin' the hard rocks, throwin' rocks at the prison
Before you go and pull a mission, had to go and get permission
When I talk, **** listen, so I told him go and get it (Go get it ****)
Keep talkin' bout these bitches, I'ma walk up out divisions (True story)
**** on the county jail on the phone fishin'
**** hit my line from jail, he got a phone up in prison
Know my song, every word and he been gone for a minute
Said his celly from the city, he be makin' **** split it
As long as I'm livin' they can't break a **** spirit
How I know the lord with me, seven shots couldn't kill me
Long as I'm livin', they can't break a **** spirit
Talkin' bros over hoes, I can't pull no Jasons Lyric
Scale full of residue, pumpin' for the revenue
The game ain't free, but be careful who you sell it to
Never tell a **** do something you would never do
Whoever that you sell it to, just break it down to decimals
Listen to what I'm tellin' you
Some of this shit is pricey
Gotta keep it to yourself, a lot of **** ain't gon' like it
Uncle Tony, he was pumpin', had to scold me in my diapers
Man, I remember when we were younger, smokin' papers out the bible
Written by: Kalani Ware, Kedric D'Andre Jones

