Lyrics:
nine is a peasant
Livin' in the park but in the park it ain't so present
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches,
up on the game when I step through the door
Ya know, some of these niggas is so deceptive
Usin' my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get
money
And math
For the streetz
I'm like Dennis
A menace
A criminal
In crime business
In this
To win this
Bust my nine
In all nine endings
A cold hearted
with billy goats, it's natural
Speak game on the C plane
Now the blue-faces matchin' the deep waves
Shorty took the pics solo, know no one see things
the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you
skin
You vote for the better man
Come to our show you can see the diversity
Unified people they going to peep it universally
We might not change
kid)
(Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We're back!
Peep the jump off, ain't nothin sweet, get dumped off
Frontin' like you won't get deaded and bumped off
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
It's time to come to terms with all these sad factors
I could a make whole playlist completely of dead rappers
Lil peep was in his sleep
X was
The local factory's been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was
glass to cracked peeps,
Shattered systematically so solace souls seek,
We turn the corner onto McAboy,
Where Folks with pitchforks try to crack a boy,
something mean for this one boy
[VERSE 1: DRAKE]
Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around
i made money thats why these girls eyeing me down
by
couldn't still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what?
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision
to cook loot
Dat Nigga Daz was the name
And the game was mine
Sewin' shit up for willow to the back of 1-9
Mr dopeman, they done ga uh-grabbed me
Sent me
Cen Cal terrain, soak up game
Where graff writers bomb trains
And poets is smoked out with
Dope in they veins
Need a toast to the post where we hang
me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead yo, nigga, watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
purple drank I'm a pour up
Got the rap game sowed up
See my see my grill they like hol up
Invisible set princess ss ss
Hoes hoes peep at me as I
too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bonanza
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya
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