My whole destination is to spit, strut, gagHe really a gangster, but they thought he was square as a box of Apple JacksHe was getting his money for a minute, but then he had a couple of setbacksBut he a sore celebrity with bounce-back skills and abilityRaised by OGs, they've been in a correctional facilitySee, the problem with this new generation, they hella quick to bust their gunsWithout thinking about the repercussions, they relatives and loved onesI can lick a fool in his pupils and just about tell what he aboutBy analyzing his hand gestures and what come out his mouthThat come from being from it, experienced and seasonedFrom hustling Monday through Friday, clubbing and going to church on weekendsThat's why I handpick my friends, never know what they a doTrust no human, just G.O.D. and youI stay looking in my rear view, I stay looking over my shoulderNever know who want me out of here, never know who want me overI can tell tall timber from tiny brushKnow the difference between a cabbage and a lettuceI'm lacedPull up a chair and get you a taste of this uncut game, no chaseMother***er, I'm lacedYeah, I ain't never been fakeEverything I said about you, I say it to your faceI'm lacedOn eights, looking like skatesI never been late, learned the game from the greatsI'm lacedStay in your place and don't hateCause *** with me ain't safeIf you can't cook, stay out the kitchenIf you can't swim, get out the oceanDon't hop in the Yola game if you're soft as jerk as lotionBelieve half of what you see and none of what you hearAnalyze that food before you let him get near youKeep sleeping one eye open and one eye closedIn case the thirsty and dusty trying to kick in your dogNever tell a homie how you make love to your womanCause he might be the same homie that wanna *** your womanThree sides to every story, it's mine, yours and the truthNiggas lose their lives every day over a bootLook your *** around and get stamped*** your woman***in' around with a trampRunnin' around here loose without no structure in your capWhat niggas need to do is stay up off them phonesBrackin' about the nigga you popped and killed last nightIf it was in the dark, I'm come to light the streets tallNext thing you know, your body outlined in chalkOn the sidewalkI'm lacedPull up a chair and get you a tasteOf this uncut game, no chaseMother***er, I'm lacedYeah, I ain't never been fakeEverything I said about you, I say it to your faceI'm lacedOn eights, looking like skatesI never been late, learned the game from the greatsI'm lacedStay in your place and don't hateCause *** with me ain't safeI read the D-Boy Diary, the Hustler's EncyclopediaThe Player's Pamphlet, the Hood WikipediaThe instructions in manual on how to handle certain situationsWhen you're dealing with fake smiling facesAnd they say it's traitors and hatersYou can look out for the homie, come through with flying colorBut if you don't do it that one time, you a bitch, mother***erI ain't that ***ed upWhat part of the game is this?Brother, throw me a bone, I'ma appreciate itI stick to the script, I'ma laced in divisionKeep a clip on my hip and under my pillowNever leave your drink unattended when you're running upAnd that cutie might be a setup wrongMy slip, my slip, my slip, my slipYou a goofy, I'll be damned if I go out that wayFeel me, I make her take a sipIf she don't drink it, that means she guiltyCan't be square as a pool table when twice is greenGotta stand for something or you gon' fall for anythingI'm lacedPull up a chair and get you a tasteOf this uncut game, no chaseMother***er, I'm lacedYeah, I ain't never been fakeEverything I said about you, I say it to your faceI'm lacedOn eights, lookin' like skatesI never been late, learned the game from the greatsNigga, I'm lacedStay in your place and don't hateCause ***in' with me ain't safe*