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to cry about
With every new game console in that big ass house
One day we were playing smash on 64
When an older kid with a shovel pounded on the door
Said

As a kid, I always knew that I grow up and be a boss
Wake up and make a play
Direct deposit
Take some stock
In this game
I'm on my way
Know I'm coming for

from peace than far from elite
The chatter comes when you a star in the league
but I can't respond to a pussy unless it's direct to me
Even that guy know

to fail?
I don't place any at fault
Just find it too hard to talk
In my mind, alone I walk
Including how battles are fought
I have let my past direct

Star dust body
Lion hearted
I Rule over the plane that my passion started
Blood on my fangs fro the enemy
If they ever step direct and try to
Fuck

It's the principle
Imma sell some copies of my music up in physical
Imma take your bitch ass to class call it simple school
Higher a professor cuz you

know that I'm the one
Funny how that ain't cocky till they know I'm the one
Guess the game switch when the underdog won
These boys assuming you need

I'm a fucking artist, pop up on the scene
Try to do what I do you can't intervene
I be making music, I be Trina act
Direct my own vids You cannot do

Live from the north and a lot changed
Shit is more strange
Days that we all prayed for
Shit has all changed
Get played like a console
Shit is no game

shit to say, but I'm soft spoken
I'm tryna play the game without a gold token
Tryna swim and shit without a fin 
Closer to my enemies then I am my

down keeping hidden been getting lost in the vision that we living in vain
I ain't new to the game 
Everyday I'm learning though 
Smoking with the fam

ready
Guap straight off the north
I'm going north told him direct me
Jumped up off the porch and grabbed the torch
My Niggas trapping like dat shit

t-city c we got the game on lock,
 t-city c we have the time no clock, 
t-city c see us after they got shot, 
if you die again you come rushin' for

ain't a game
Local busters all the same
All y'all should be ashamed
I hear you rap it sound so lame
Who's to blame? Wait it don't matter
When you speak

buy a new pair of shoes without the red stains
Go to a Mets game
Make it home to see my bed frame
Before I been framed
Ben Franklin when it rains 'cause

thanks to the games we play 
Making funny faces like Damon Wayans in Major Payne 
Crumple up a receipt, peep the fadeaway 
We make ends meet and still

direct deposit on me/ homie hated on me so I showed him love got some homies that I know a leave me in the mud/ but that shit a dub I’m never gone back I

fatter

But not one nigga complain when I finally let him tap her
Make him shimmy like a cappa , ooh, this wap
Would make him wanna slap her, ain't a game

disrespect, no
Flagrant niggas foul, so I hit em with the tech, yuh
Steph bitch, wet
Player, coach, ref
Kicking niggas out the game, they be playing too

decide
All of these changes you know we're out in these places
Music and me so amazing
I've just been out with the broskis
So if you wanna link then bell

the crowd start clappin'

I ain't cappin' CRB check my name
Lz happen gotta charge it to the game
She kinda  thick but slick with the brains
I'm the shit stay

envelopes you
God of music, holy poetry and lyrical cues
God of the Sun, you're in a trance
Make your body move
Get your mind right, let the light illuminate

wanna fuck with a nigga that's saucing I look in the mirror and tell her it's me, 
I know a couple of niggas that cap in they music I might as well give u

roof with the stars
Ya yo boys and yo girl
Both of them say that im hard
I live life like a movie*
Ya I'm just playing my part
I find music real soothing