Lyrics:
with you
You are far and I’ll take my way
Seasons passing by and I ask them
Why you have run away
You are far and I’ll take my way
True Siberian… I
blue magic,
Purple brain, I fill my cup
Bitch you know, that my cup ready,
It's gettin dark, feel my shark
Act a fool and then I'm game
Take one
the way a
Nigga speed to the cash
Rap game
I'm a bleed like a gash
Wanna see me fall
Leaves in a bag
Run it up til I leave in a bag
Or leave with a bag
Run
crowds gettin' smashed by da barracades.Red
an Blue be muggin' on both side 3-Ward niggas talkin' bout take it out side.An
them muthafuckin' GD's they got
See I don't traffic *****
But I'm packing *****
Getting paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We
See I don't traffic drugs
But I'm packing snubs
Getting paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We
See I don't traffic drugs
But I'm packing snubs
Gettin' paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We
boggle
Blocks get rocked by the poison food
Man with the mask in a Croydon zoo
Leave man soaked blastoise at you
Got no love for the boys in blue
Love for
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that,
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
were supposed to do
and I'm here to pretend my position in this blue
Goodnight Moon, I run for cover
Only if I crumble there's chance of survive
Takin pills by the two she gone chew em like edibles
My money grew it's incredible
Blue hunnids I'm stunting got several
Up all night we get high like
that old simon game
I figured out why men try us 'cause we o-d on rims and thin tires
For that we Len Bias
All it takes a punch he ain't brave he
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that,
Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig? (Ooh)
Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig, ya dig? (Ooh)
Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I
in shock
Kick to your face
Power to my moves
I read all the books
Only real gs understand this shit
Can't stop by girl
We running from the federals
Run
Don't ask me bout no kill, this ain't no game, I don't do none of that
The way I made that nigga run and feel, thought he was running track
Wee, wee,
these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour
Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards
[The Game]
Some days sweet, and some sour
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming
I got bitches all only back
I got niggas
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
to introduce myself
I'm Slawsin
I'm on the rise nigga
Sick of the lies nigga
I go by Slawsin Blue
This shit is new to you
I'm undefined nigga
I'm on the rise
beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry
different day
Riddled by an ethos
By the boys in blue
In plain view
CHORUS
Shot in broad daylight
For the world to see
It's time we all stood up
cnd take
To increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose, red or blue
We must all stay true play the game, nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame,
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