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It's All Game

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Y 'all motherfuckers ain't even know I'm sober

They takin' over the whole team

Put the game in a headlock

So either fuck with us

Or y 'all can walk

It's time to shake the spot, you bustas got it hot

And we stickin' to the rules and you not

And you not stayin' away from your four tees

Like my cousins brought me games way too tight

That's why they never caught me

Walk softly, but carry a big stick

It's the northside thug from the family business clique

And his own rider, so y 'all better listen

I'm lovin' the heat, I move my body

I'm headin' to the kitchen

I'm never duckin', you haters

Now it's time to play dirty like the Raiders

We gon' get you from the plaza

That's how we hoo -rah, Fresno trumes

From the east, west, and northside

Puttin' in work, doin' dirt, cause we have to

Know what you gon' do, with 30 hoes runnin' at you

Rose like a statue when I got you

Cemetery grinnin', bitch

I'm the one that's slappin' at you

It's okay, man, I'm tryin' to maintain

We all play exactly, got to do the same thing

Get your money, man, get your chips, boy

I ain't gon' stop till I'm rich, boy

It's okay, man, I'm tryin' to maintain

We all play exactly, got to do the same thing

Get your money, man, get your chips, boy

I ain't gon' stop till I'm rich, boy

You see, it costs to be the boss, that's why I boss hard

Tatted as God, I be the Cadillac Pimp

The first to back and crack quick

You say that Catholic shit is lonely

For you busters, save a scat to march the pulse

So why you actin' like you want some funk?

I hit him where it hurts, until my feel exerts

Pop a lick that's like Xerx

I'm wearin' shirts, so don't be thinkin' that you bad

Cause you got tattoos, cause I got hats too

Plus I got straps, dude

I be all up in your mix like I'm granola

The pistol to hold it, and y 'all a yaka

Money stacker, bubblin' in this game to be the fact

Who's got him stuck and caught off -dose, you thought I told you

With a Motorola pistol, and y 'all a crease him up like they some khakis

Talkin' bout you gon' tack me, that be pronk shit

Boppin' off gums, and get your gums split

So run quick, cause we big ballers with big dicks

Drug dealers and street pimps, that match for the cash like cheddar cheese

It's okay, man, I'm tryin' to maintain

We all play exactly, got to do the same thing

Get your money, man, get your chips, boy

I ain't gon' stop till I'm rich, boy

It's okay, man, I'm tryin' to maintain

We all play exactly, got to do the same thing

Get your money, man, get your chips, boy

I ain't gon' stop till I'm rich, boy

First I take the bitch

Make the bitch

Rake the bitch

Then shake the bitch

Fund the best friend and leave the heart broken

Jump in the low, twist the plus, smash out

Then start smokin', ain't no stoppin'

When I'm poppin' the clutch

In mash mode, fast flows, got me focusin' on cash flow

I'm runnin' shit like cash, all them assholes

Need to wake up from they green world

And realize it ain't no joke in this finch world

You got to hustle the bubble

Feed the struggle the double

Keep your profits on the under while you're stackin' your butter

You jealous, see you have them hatin' on your meat

Instead of congratulating, demonstrating their feelings

Be about your money, poppin'

Fuck the bullshit, you know

It's okay, man, I'm tryin' to maintain

We all play exactly, got to do the same thing

Get your money, man, get your chips, boy

I ain't gon' stop till I'm rich, boy

It's okay, man, I'm tryin' to maintain

We all play exactly, got to do the same thing

Get your money, man, get your chips, boy

I ain't gon' stop till I'm rich, boy

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