Those hip-hop games are mine, and if that died within a day or two,
Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you
So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams
Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets
That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price
That girl meant a lot to me
Mama made her pretty
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.
Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
Wanna stab that guy with a knife from the back side this games screwed
That video games caused the "ruthlessness"
Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love
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