Lyrics:
I've been everywhere, once again pulled off a lot
Ain't no chance you could step on this level
Stood by my Ace and was ready to check
Played the game
always eat good
Fat house in the hood, new shoe on my foot
Things ain't been the same since he put you out
Something you ain't never felt good about
what I'm doing wrong
Think it'll help us get along
Keep playing games baby end up in the friend zone
Could you be so heartless after all we been through
because the streets don't love no one
I live and die by myself, nigga, I don't owe no one
Been through a lot of shit, the after effects ain't always
Back up in the game
Like my vocals got the cast off
All I've been is cast off
By those who seem to lack heart
Tryna give the world some hope
So through
don't need no help
Get this shit by myself swear I don't need no help
This beat therapeutic its good for my health
Hope this stay between us you cant
I've been feeling so tired lately
Drowning by all the work daily
Constantly picking up my phone trying to get where i gotta go
Looking for
Improving everyday I'm making my own way
Can't get no sleep I been staying up so late
Ain't talking no money the fuck up out my face
I stay by my lonely I'm
New shit every day
Things change
Said momma i'm okay while i'm swerving switching lanes
It be the name of the game
It be the name of the game
I
appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I can love you, or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back
as a pair down this right hand side. Good cross by Sancho; no one there to meet, and calmly collected by Patricio.
COMMENTATOR 2:
Theyre having some joy
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
been there, yeah
Here's to you
That's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Way back in the days how we used to do
Thank you
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have
Mark of the Beats
Let me start this off right by saying game is like credit
Without the confusing scores or consumer reports to mess with
If yours is
You've been playing all these games thought I didn't know
Girl you fucking my bro he's my family though
You're so dumb you're the one getting fooled oh
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Location where we been around
I don't wanna sit by the people that I know
Not good for me, fucking unnatural
Don't overdo it, anything to comment out my
or die
But whispers never fly
when you're chained to the gravel
the Lady aims to gratify
She is only burdened by
The universal eye
You've been chained
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
Says my little pistol
See I don't play games
I contain flames
I contain mane
For the same plain
So good day dame
You been way lame
You be right under my
game like Call of Duty, or some say more like Madden
But don't judge me by my past, man, I was wicked wild back then
Everybody has some regrets, or else
the verses and the hooks
I listen to your songs hear the words that you took
I've been steady patient just waiting for new looks
I've been getting noticed by
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