Lyrics:
above the game
To be point blank with you motherfuck the game
I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play
You can show the little shorties how you
see the point of my knife.
We have lived too long to play this game.
So I sit tight with you by my side,
In the sand, hand in hand, as we watch
tomorrow love sweet by and by
For the child who is coming and for dreams that come true
Sing a song for each other for me and for you
Sing a song for all
rich
My journey tells it all
It's been a snitch
Cus you can see that
I started out on the bench
Thirsty for my shot, water could never quench
The game
bitches what I'm good at
I just lay low keep a scope for a big bag
Learned the game from niggas but i play like i aine know that
Cheat em out his cards,
Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more
'bout slime no more
That five white pure cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no more
Became a hot boy
nigga When it come to me bein' Way ahead of you
You beheaded, nigga Game time, but don't play With niggas at
The same time Do the rock up off the glass,
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
their hearts when they play out in the park
In a territory marked by gangsters who love to spark
Ricochet and miss their mark when they hear that pit bull
and find out who his bitch
Early morning juggin no rewards if there's no risk
He Caught that nigga lacking buying outfits for his bitch
Play it cool homie we
Tohono bout a quarter to noon
Home girl, she hit my snap need a quarter by two
Aight gotchu, you know the archetype, that zip lock action
My mans Scheme's
HIGHER
1st vrs
-Man I forget sometimes
The mind plays tricks sometimes
It'll make you sick sometimes
Its hard to admit sometimes...
(Sometimes
I laugh at you fag-niggas with
Dyed hair and pierced lips
What kinda nigga from the hood is you?
I could name fifty niggas that's
As good as you
But
fucking wit' no fucking suckers
You's a live ass snitch
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
And throw mad game nigga and push your
on the song
So why did you choose it?
Lover by name
And don’t you confuse it
Don’t you confuse it, don’t you confuse it
We aren’t the same - Don’t need
never let that shit faze me
Vic-O flows
But you act like the raps is Jay-Z
You're always donkey of the day
If you ask us daily
You really believe they're
cause I be spitting my game so real
I'm Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones Jones
That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone
Swishahouse,
everything you do
Summer lover
A summer lover to you
Hey, you know it’s true
That i’ve been so many times around you
I’m here for you, you, you, you
Hey, hey,
a bad bitch it's like smackdown Me and Vic gon tag that
Game on a conveyer belt and I can't wait until I bag that
Will Smith please forgive me but I been
now
Yeah 2021 was like I'm like how
But play your games okay okay
I'm a what, pretty lover yeah
80 in my bank account I'm looking kinda broke
Got
Vic Freeze, I got a cold heart
Got that shit from the street though
Had to leave that shit alone, why?
Cuz the devil play for keeps bro!
What goes
just relax
Walkin' with an attitude, please spin back
I just want you by my side
I just want you by my side
I don't wanna play no games
I don't want no
this in a play
But if it's loudly sung (this is a game you cannot hope to win)
And in a foreign tongue
It's just the sort of story
Audiences adore
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
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