[Intro] A couple hours, then I'll feel numb And I buy myself pretty things (Pipe that shit up, TnT) Whenever I feel lonely (Trill got that juice, nigga) Speaking of the past I'm running out of And I slept with someone else Touch me better than you Felt I saw him for a day or two, I'm Running out of
[Verse 1] Youngin told me that he really wanna go legit Thought about it, then he went ahead, bought him a brick Say you ain't ballin' 'til you got you a Benz So I went and got me a Benz I wonder where all my friends had went 'fore I was major They was happy for me 'til a nigga made it, that shit be crazy You get money, then you become a target This part the hardest, it seems I solved it The top so lonely, the jackers is hungry The bitches is heartbreakin', the family is phony These niggas so slimy when that paper involved I hope they know I got enough money to kill 'em all I'm locked in with the YGs and I'll send 'em all Them young niggas ready to bend your block and break it off I make one call, and I love 'em for that Know I gotta love 'em for that But 'fore I make 'em crash, I'll show 'em how that money could stack
[Chorus] The rap game like the dope game I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain Young nigga beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more I got a word from the trenches, we don't care We got down here, you just get up there Do your thing, we got your back No matter what you do or where you at Keep it gangster (Yeah, Nuni) Keep it gangster (They gon' find us, nigga) Keep it gangster Keep it gangster, keep it gangster
[Interlude] He could bring out every single emotion Like, for real (He hits all categories) Some folks don't even understand how dark and how lonely the world can get Like some days You can't compare Rod Wave to everybody else You just be going through it, and Man, you really makin' me think about shit, like I put, I put his shit on and I know I know, like, oh, you were feelin' like this (Keep it gangster) The streets love and the hoes adore It's Nigga bring every emotion out your body It, it helps It helps me get through it
[Verse 2] Sitting in my spot, I overheard a story This old nigga was telling me how it went down How the jackers around and how them niggas runnin' wild If you ask my opinion, them niggas is clowns Ran in a nigga house and laid it all down Threw his kids in the tub and duct taped 'em by the mouth They even beat up his bitch, they beat up his lady It's crazy what these niggas do for this paper Let that would've been my lady, my red baby Two-fifty on a nigga head, he could fuck around and die tonight Spin his funeral and spin his candlelight, you fuckin' right, nigga Fuckin' right
[Chorus] The rap game like the dope game I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain Young nigga beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more A word to the trenches, I don't care I got up here, you just get down there Do your thing, I got your back No matter what you do or where you at I'ma keep it gangsterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
