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True to the game
I can't fuck with these lames
And when we cruisin' in the ride
Man we switchin' lane to lane
Smoke on presidential
While you smoke on homegrown
True to the game
I can't fuck with these lames
And when we cruisin' in the ride
Man we switchin' lane to lane
Stay hating on us because we got it like that
And ain't no mothafuckin' thing gonna hold us back
No holding back
So let 'em know it's a wrap
Once I put my city on
Put my state on the map
And even if they don't fuck with me
It's all good with me
Don't nobody owe you shit
Gotta get it how you live
Believe this
Seek atheist peace, all in my sight
A pretty little thing
Throw them fists up for a fight
See right through ya
Can't back what ya saying
Frontin' on shit
Hoe you know you ain't banging
Call yourself a ruca now
But the fake shit pronounced
I denounce and expose ya
No turning your back around
And bet I'm in too deep
I'm letting it all fall in sync
Two middle fingers to what they thinking
Trigger finger to get to clappin'
Tracking these hoes down
Preachin' about imitation in the scene
Not one hoe intimidate me
That's plain to see
You mensas get used for pussy
So mind your fucking biz
About your health
And resonate the lyrics in
True to the game
I can't fuck with these lames
And when we cruisin' in the ride
Man we switchin' lane to lane
Smoke on presidential
While you smoke on homegrown
True to the game
I can't fuck with these lames
And when we cruisin' in the ride
Man we switchin' lane to lane
Stay hating on us because we got it like that