Lyrics:
calm, let me move like Rahmadan
Speak one word then you're gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs
Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers
It's death by
the game, in the game, uh
Late at night, when I'm layin' off in the bed
Countin' bread, some crazy shit be goin' through my head
I be wonderin' 'bout
they native tongue
And the day is just begun
Greeted by the scent of a bum
Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung
A brother in repose in the back
our lives (right)
What do you bring to the table?
While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
high
Nd everyday i'm gon get fly
That’s the motto I live by
That’s the motto I live by
Everyday I’m just elevating
Money long it’s just levitatin
Playin' a game we call life
Living our lives as a game
Trying to find an answer
And we're just people
Plain' a game we call life
Living our lives as a game
at the funerals, wasn't nobody laughing
How the game so cold? They
Slid on him in traffic
Man you live by the gun?
Killing people is tragic
People that I really
with the stick like a player
Imma live by the code
Live by the load then die by the code
Got me dissin' a Benz
Ride with the stick like a player
She give
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
North from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant raised their powers
above your head. You are separated from your kin, by far distance,
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
by my old head
Young boys
With old bread
Gotta tell me
You remember that
My brother not even talking back
By the grave with my head bowed
We gone catch
on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' o's off
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
(P and Game
Bangladesh, crouched
Over his MacBook, cocks his head to
The side the engineer, Cruz, who
Has been dropping ice cubes into the
Base of an enormous hookah
Puts
That was my cup that you smashed
My yesterday drained away
Admit that you wouldn't like
To live inside me today
Great expectations we had
What
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he
goin' on respect the game
Me and my dogs we ball
Just like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust
Me and my dogs we ball
Just
Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Fuck your husband for Geezy, I know you gon' break bread
I know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept
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