Letras
Ok, yeah
Game Time
I see y'all haters waitin' for a savior
I'm waitin' for the day that they treat my people better
Wake up out the grave, if you a slave so is your neighbor
Community of thieves, they be stealin' all my paper
Politicians holler bout problems, the problem is they hate us
POC pull up next to cop, he pullin' out his favorite
N word beating stick, if you seen this shit
In real life would you hide
Or would you reach for the clip
And air this bitch out like I cracked a window
Pardon the smell of indo
That's why I stay so high, to deal what's on my fuckin mental
The homie whippin' the Lambo, I found out it's a rental
That's how I feel bout the fake love poppin' up on my windows
Internet
Oh they come for your neck
When they see you got checks
They only wanted respect, I only wanted flex
Some things will never change
Competition is a mother & her daddy is the game
Ooh, I said it's gotta be us
I said it's gotta be us
I said it's gotta be
I said it's gotta be us
I said it's gotta be us
I said it's gotta be
This is The Hierarchy
We would rather die than be weak
I be gettin' high too much
My problem I don't trust
Pockets need deposits, I promise we on the up & up
Tried to make rap friends but guess I wasn't big enough
So when I make I'll apply pressure, I'm not giving up
That's a must
Haters walkin' sideways, swear they need a crutch
Pistol tucked
Haters talkin' sideways imma shut them up
I muster up
The nerve to swerve them suckas like I'm drivin' drunk
Press the clutch, shift
Skkrrrt
I know I'm gon pass em up
Pass the blunt
I pass the age of givin' fucks, I'm outta time
Got two sons fightin' fires, man I swear we could've died
Got some brothers friendly on the Book but never hit my line