Letras
Never trust these bitches with yo business
Do dirt by yo lonesome so you never have a witness
Searching for what's true you might get lost in yo religion
You got one life to live you better not waste time and get it
Survival of the fittest
How you ain't doing push-ups you a man fuck a gymnast
Want a bbl bitch but you a grown man with titties
You lackin discipline that be the main ones who snitching
You gotta check yoself before you ever check these bitches
Chasing riches in these trenches it gets serious
Deontay Wilder hustle FBI Tyson Fury ya
Surviving in the system when another race superior
Hard to feed the kids these dumb n Robbin over cereal
Seen a player back doored by the woman that he love
Cause her friend seen him with some other bitch in the club
Robbery at his house left his face in the mud
She gave up the address outta spite what the fuck
The games the game
Don't nothing change
Except the players
The games the game
It stays the same
Just not the players
I'm bouta shake the USA
With the shit on this USB
Bouta fuck the world raw I don't need no USC
Up the stakes in my prime like the A after USD
All my idols sold the Shit all yo idols USE
Third trimester shit that's how they carry weight everyday
They was obliged to turn the mean fiends to merry jay's
It's hard to say bye when you high everyday
Cause it ain't hard to stay high when you buy everyday
If you ain't God don't try to humble me N
I do so much I be forgetting it's only one of me n
They ask kids what they wanna be
I ask mine what they gonna be
See that shit you speak that shit
That's how you land in great company
Ain't No playing the fence
You either Send or be sent
I ain't the one that you got Convince
Smutting her out
Give me a magnum
A lil tequila
A lotta Consent