Lyrics:
package of pound
It's like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out
Mad moneys wish they g like us, clout
When I made the boogie I'm imported, I study
the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers
on my mind and soul
But I can still burn tracks like candle wax
And I stay on your toes like sandal straps
Rocked since 15, I done grew up in the game
You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off
behind the yellow tape, cover your kid's eyes
Twice upon a time
Chain cold, look like Vegas lights the way it shine
Changed the game
'Bout to do it
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
bands
I made paper guns
And bows
And crossbows, y'all!
And you know
As a kid you wanna show everybody
The things you like to do and work on
So what do I
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
leagues good job kid now you gotta do what we say next
That song you been working on just don't hit gotchu playing games like Simon says
But y'all don't get
of kids (lot of kids)
She say she like my flow but love my ad-libs (yeah)
I was sayin' yeah before Usher (what?)
Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter
It's probably best we lay
It's probably best we found
A fire from this perfect match to burn us to the ground
And even though it's cold outside
"Maserati Go Krazy"
"Yo!"
I know hoppin' in this game is a GAMBLE
I had no options, I gave myself a sample
I kept it rollin' with them hits like
support killin' niggas
Cops enslavin' us niggas
Little girls killin' mothers
They treat their kid like a brotha
Fathers stuck with them lifers
Kept it
sip
Yea
What it is
Looking at the game I'm like what is this
Steph Curry with the hits
When I shoot I never miss
I be feeling like a parent
All these
you on the beat
A full student like both of us are true students of the game
And I feel like
That just made like, my style is not attributed to one
killed my homie
(Aye)
I got the waves you might spot me wit a sea check
When I'm back I want my spot like a seat check
(Aye)
This is for us stoner kids
bulletproof glass, S-Class
Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask
Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by
Ranchers in my slush
No we do not give a stuck, you down on the Kid, you getting fucked up
We in the club, we coming to get 'em
Like which one the nigga, I'm
bitch (oh yeah)
Cause good game I'm talk it and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like Crips
I lay my feet upon the path and I
I'm down for the game from nightfall till it sunrise
Like I said before, where there's sunshine
There's light at the end of the tunnel
'Cause I, ah,
box should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get
claim to be violent
I’m fucking bored of being a slave to this board
Just one in a hoard of poor sad kids braving this gore
So many of us die in silence
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