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And got a white revolver and I'm frightened
But look a bush, hey perfect timing
Only safe place in the whole game
Do I feel shame? Hah, no way

I don't play

felt depression

Stopped believing in myself I started second guessing

They say they love me thru the text but I ain’t get the message

Cuz nobody by my

by some caps ah
See me shining all my teeth stay gold
Like pony boy motherfucker walk with big bank rolls
Swerving in a Mercedes this ain't no lease I

I’m in my bag look 4 real
Stack up that cheddar and chase it 4 real
Switching lane shit ain’t the same no 4 real
All this pain all this shame got me

Kane (nope)
If you see me in the street, it's cool, no fame (tell 'em)
I ain't doing all the spittin' for jokes, I want games (tell 'em)
You don't

She don't wanna play games no more stack it to ceiling from the floor
I ain't in my ways no more need to get back to it for sure
Looking at my angel

Weather Man

Paul Wall

The Houston Hard Hitters: Version 7.0 - Chopped & Skrewed

2005

the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
On top of my game, decapitate the top show and bang
They knockin' my fame and biz' 'cause of rocks in my watch
If

trick
I've come so far, ain't no turning back
A hundred bands, the fuel to my attack
Through blood, sweat, and tears, I've earned my place
I'm breaking

trippin off the likes but I handle mine
I ain't giving no one else my time
They so scrutinized
Cause
All these games they playing
This shit a shame
But you

Mula [Remix]

Meek Mill

Hall of Fame [Deluxe Edition]

2013

drive
I just need a little gas in my engine
Okay, we all in the game we ballin' the same
Home team nigga thats a blessing
I'm a bad mothafucker just

with the pain and I’m living with shame
Today I’m sick and tired I ain’t playing no games
I aint playing no games
I think I understand why they playin

I was hearing it in the streets
She was out here lovin' somebody but me
Giving all my lovin' to her and to she
And you know it ain't cool, oh no

to brass knuckles
To tell Karl Malone he better quit with the jazz
Cuz i'm with that bullshit boy you don't want that
Im in the thick of this game baby im

I gotta do it, I gotta snap, I gotta snap

I gotta do it
I gotta snap
Big .38, watch it sag in the pants
HOW CAN I dance with these bands on my lap?

the fanfare
Tryna fuck but our friends here
Thousand ones in my jeans
Make em scream like the bands here
What a shame mama
I'm all game mama
No shade, sunbathe

Indoctrination, of the babies in the belly of the beast
How many lives they gotta take from us gone to see this game ain't for weak
How many woman they gotta hold

thoughts I own
Bands of EQ raising
Till the lower end is blazing
And hell is in our airwaves
Microwave the stages
And my haven's on top of it
Maybe heaven

like no deeper underlying shit

At a live performance

I performed this shit in my bedroom
So this shit's personal when
I'm just in my room dancin'
Alone

I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thing
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame

through the back door
Looking for you lames oh man, it's a shame
I'm throwed in the game
I act like I'ma fight you
Then I'm blowing out your brains
You talk

of shit be going on in my brain (my brain)
No type of shame in my game ain't nothing gonna change (nothing gonna change when I'm)
Stepping on the gas in

Like walking in the bank greet me by my first
Depositing these bands money counter burst
I know that she regret watching my rebirth
Of course
Negative

peers
Yeah I want some, it's no guessing game, but god damn
I'ma hunt dumb by not pressing play just yet 
'Til I've got that check and I'm on my jet today

hope no else in a rush
(So much shame for the rush)

clabama ain't slowing me down
Glad I took steiner to get across town
Yah I prayed to god as I'm