Deep
Payroll Giovanni & Cardo
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Still havin' nightmares that my phone tapped
And feds havin' search warrants where my home at
But still daydreamin' 'bout foreign cars
And big houses with the marble and the mowed lawn
So I move like a don, got too much to lose
Walk with me, take a step in the hustle shoes
Where friends be enemies, but play it cool
And crooks be cops, goddamn, who is who?
Can't afford to get confused, so I stay away
Barely hangin' out, mostly seen makin' plays
Coupe dippin' through the traffic, yeah, they know it's paid
Gettin' trailed by the mob in them Escalades
Bye, love, that's the clique I claim
Never did cartwheels, I was flippin' 'caine
Saw a spot in this music, so I switched my lane
Pay attention when I spit, I be givin' game, nigga
Seem like the game chose me
Was s'posed to get in and out, but I got too deep
Why would I punch a clock and live too cheap
When I can make a year's salary in two weeks?
I got so deep in this shit
To the point I'm barely sleep in this shit
Man, I got so deep in this shit
A lot of niggas that I called friends
To the point we ain't speakin' and shit
If rap don't work, then it's back to the block
Gettin' stacks from a spot where the crack move a lot
Every time I leave the crib, a nigga strapped with a Glock
Broke nigga talk stupid, get slapped
With a knot (Watch your fuckin' mouth)
Two of my partners just got caught with coke
My other mans got hit with RICO, this shit get deep, bro
Them bitches even snatched up pops
But due to a dirty raid, all them charges was dropped, yeah (One year)
The streets call me daily, in fact
It's cats that go to sleep prayin' that I come back
But I'd have to play it fourth-person
But it'll all trickle down to helpin'
That spot worker on the porch hurtin'
I'm prayin' for my mans case
When I see him, I see the stress on my mans face
And I'm the one that they ask for help
Sometimes it's overwhelming, but when
You a boss, you can't be for self, nigga
Seem like the game chose me
Was s'posed to get in and out, but I got too deep
Why would I punch a clock and live too cheap
When I can make a year's salary in two weeks?
I got so deep in this shit
To the point I'm barely sleep in this shit
Man, I got so deep in this shit
A lot of niggas that I called friends
To the point we ain't speakin' and shit