Lyrics:
I joined a warehouse hippy death cult
I joined a warehouse hippy death cult
I joined a warehouse hippy death cult
in the sky
all of our jobs have
Tryin to tell you
Spittin that Oakland slang and that Oakland game in why'all raps
Really though
[ VERSE 1: Goldy ]
The game is sold, not told,
Meet me at one o'clock
Just use your lunch break to take off
There's no way that we can get paid for this
It's office versus warehouse
Or as I like
me)
From young, my circle been so small
My school was a paigon factory (ah)
Paigon warehouse (get out)
Back then couldn't care about where I step
uhh
Put me in that drank, put me in that game, yo
Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies, yo
Put me with them clothes, Coogie at the toes
Tim
Niggas got it fucked up
Probably thinking it's a game
I might smile a lot
But I ain't playing with 'em
I'm up at eight, I work all night
I'm rolling weed,
My AirMax colorway coral reef, constant heaters
We watching the game, the whole gym was watching our side of the bleachers
Now who the man? Candy
and stack bodies, like it's a game
Eeny, meeny, miny, no place or safe space, we're it, right off the porch
Dodge bullets with no name
I held Chris, until
to the bread I took a few Ls
Smoked a few Ls and got right back to it
Jimmi Joe & No Name got me afloat in the game
Catch me fly sliding by like a float in
underpaid
Keep us in schools just like fish
And turn the brain right to fillet
So when the warehouse calls you
Nothing else is taking up your day
Bezos hands
them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know
got like four foreigns
I been playing soulful shit, listening to more Lauryn
Trap house the warehouse, I smoke all this gas like
My lungs I don't
endorsements, we absorb your portions
We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to
We just got a warehouse poppin' gabeesh, she's a heater
Two on the lighter,
Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh
Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YO
Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YO
Put me with them clothes, Coogie
up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
Go against it and it's instant vendettas
He
reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
Go against it and it's instant vendettas
He run things, gun down
had 'em in one o' my warehouses by the dock
Jumped in the Benz with a ill look, no grin
With a still hook, I'ma 'bout to do this coward in
When I got
what I mean
CHORUS
I hear you talking a big game and I'm down to play but I don't think you're ready for me.
There's more to love than some sweet
they own the nigga
It`s a professional with my game, I ball with the best
Birdman, Down-South - Mack 10 out West
Fuck with my money, put to put
planned on gettin' some shit out of fifth but that fifth kicked my ass
They say lil cinco in the game but this shit feel like practice
And this shit feel
the change
Bitches givin' brains, niggas ain't the same,
Got these lil' niggas out ridin' for the flame
Warehouse full nigga, nothin' but some bricks
Got
got the game on lock
We ain't goin nowhere, we still sittin on top
We still doing our thing
We still raining supreme
That's why everywhere we go they're
Come and watch us hustle first hand
See how we make the plan
Maybe then you'll understand
Heavy game put down
But you can pick it up with your hands
south
Pink pills in my mouth
The game has got me now
Mix with the ruins of this warehouse
There is fear that has no face
Everything put in its place
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