Lyrics:
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
some lean
Snorting up a dream
Drawing up a scheme
To get her fingers on some cream
No shame in the game of a
Dope fiend queen
She be
Smoking on some
the peace, im in the zone all by my lonsome, who want some,
touchable by fume, protolome, stop it, a nigga writing this cracka, im
with knife n jackas, i
money on my mind like the next man
Though I'm nothing like the next man focused on the next plan
Plenty of thoughts travel in my head about the the game
the dope boys covered
The Arizona brick is 26 and they love it
Game too emo, I'm too Nino
Must stay low-key, I play Reno
I'm so Pesci, too Casino
We
Written by Christo Andriopoulos
Like uh
Out here Tryna get rich quick
Come & f*** with me I'm on that real potent
Baby know the deal it's
I'm so tired of the dope game But I know it won't change Why they wanna take my life We keep looking for the upside But you know we down bad Mixing 2
we
Good dope game pots aligned
These niccas make believe
Kitchen Murder came to fill the vacancy
Still keep the stove hot let's open bakery
Kitchen
up the work
You can come get served when I, Pick up the work
You know my murderers be Lurkin when I, pick up the work
Dope dope dope game, all I sell
If it take fourteen for the HP
Then it's twenty-eight for the Whole if we talking dough let's talk some dough
All these dope heads hitting me up they
a whole neighborhood
Destroyed by the government bein tipped off by one rat
He caught a dope case and they threatened him with time
He get his own fuckin
Royce and I pop shit (pop shit)
I'm a dope boy with that car trip (yeah)
I came in the game, I had crack on me (I had crack on me)
Got BAPE on my back
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0
But who am i
Just a young nigga caught in the mix
And if this weed dont sell i'm'a cop me a brick
Sellin dope
off
No I ain't stopping till I get rich
I ain't blowing my bread
I'ma stack that shit
SLife
Dope ass nigga by law
SLife
SLife
Dope ass nigga by law
Environment
Pots On The Stove Whip It
Distributing Music Like Dope
Take Em Out The Hospital (Sick)
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family
and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthem
My national
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
That dope money
Im sleep by the bay
Its getting me hooked
Its getting me paid
They moving the weight
Im sleep by the bay
I throw them 10 bills
They
by my timing, the games all mine
My business acumen, like right now
I'm getting organised in these moments
These rhymes potent
I think we were chosen
the ash trays, spark the weed up
My alias Kadafi they call me Hussein Fatal
It's a two-game table
Scott La Rock died tryna break up a fight
They caught my
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
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