Yeah Game fickle my mind say: Niggas ain't in the same lane with you Gotta make change to make change when you ain't making it, it make an issue Make it make sense, decisions I made bent Boss move like the suede on a pimp Shoes off like I'm paying the rent Too sauced I'm Durag off drenched with some old shit on The new shit is done, before I catch up to my work my son's son will have a son Hundred laps around the Sun Rock season has begun and they continue too This is gold trophy rap, we just in a winning mood Look, I was down bad, counted out, shitted on Now they showing fake love when my shit is on The crazy part is they won't even understand it till I'm gone It's no cheat codes gotta be 50 get through the storm And that's why I been on these songs Hoping that if I right what I write, I could rid my wrongs Ain't nobody put me on nigga kiss the ring of the dons Uh Only thing I wanna hear you say is that you got some money for me If not that shit cheap talk my time costly I copped a hundred at 8 sold it by 9: 40 I grind charge you twenty points more than what it cost me I need that dope color four door Porsche V Pretty bitch ass on the soft seat I'm focused on collecting math out to make sure that we all eat You frauds spittin' poorly, what's a shark too a corgi? A crystal lake camp of the Voorhees Know bitches that'll fuck you to sleep and go and copy your door keys Have niggas runnin' all through the stash in your laundry We young, black, intelligent and ornery Live from from the razors edge evil deeds for bread been a part of that They said don't love money too much, you'll catch a heart attack You ain't no competition nigga you still where you started at I lapped you three times it feel like I been to mars and back Your face where the target at, arson rap Tie the belt around your bicep to find a vein give your arm a smack Rather be by myself before I run with a circle of squares Me and my niggas all stars, shit I'm displaying is rare