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Shit Aint a Game
Trust Army
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Brrrrr
I'mma just go in
Lord
I'm so fly I could float nigga
Fuck a hoe I'm on point like a remote nigga
Dumpin' snow, beloved it's a power thing
My coca look like sour cream, bada bing
Life already crooked why you buy the lean
Couple percs and some henny that is not my thing
State after state, hot city after city
Shorty ass so fat, I forgot she had titties
See sixteens a pain, cost you fifteen to change
Only small gone fall, only big things remain
Smooth like a wallaby, Uzi by the seat
I'm great at makin' paper, even do it while I sleep
Verses like ears, woo, they fluff when you boil me
Trust and loyalty, gon' cover all the lawyer fees
Since 2017 I been winnin' everything
In 2020 come I'mma fulfill my daughters dreams
Fuck a suburb Lord, I do it for the slums
I'mma smoke with all my brodies I be fuckin' up my lungs
Huh, yo pass that chopper
I'mma smoke with all my brodies I be fuckin' up my lungs
Live life to the fullest Lord, stay out the way
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
We live life to the fullest Lord, stay out the way
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
Uh, most of my life wasn't nothin' stable
I wasn't eatin' like my stomach stapled
Even with rap I wasn't expectin' nothin' from a label
Nigga the trap is the reason my car come with cable
I had a hoopty I wasn't able to start it with jumper cables
Now you can walk in my office I run a label
I'm a straight shooter dawg, what I offer's above the table
I ain't tryna rob you or underpay you
These are body shots so whatever I toss is above the navel
Slingin' big rocks it look like I'm tossin' a butter bagel
You're lost if you thought I was comin' to play you
Cause I gave you raw when you thought God was comin' to save you
The trap god to God gave you someone to pray to
To correct all of the wrong ways that your mama raised you
I was raised by gangsters that you heard about
You wasn't outside nigga, you heard it word of mouth
We don't squash nothin' to work it out, nothin's workin' out
You think you outta your mind, I push it further out, beat it nigga
I deliver it properly I'm Raekwon's criminology cinematography
Live life to the fullest Lord, stay out the way
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
We live life to the fullest Lord, stay out the way
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
Streets cold, nobody love you bro, this shit ain't a game
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