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Lazy weed, livin' out of reason
Now I'm shittin' in the parking lot, shittin' sporkin' out
The B&Y's where the pop will, where the cop will
And I'm sittin' in the hard spot, so I load the Glock
Could the niggas start trippin', couldn't see me livin' though
In this rap game, but now I'm shakin' my head
Because the rappers see me dead, and to me, motherfucker, that's a damn shame
Spend the game like a player, that's what I would do
Could take a ride with your boy, now I'm smokin' too
While the drinks are brewed, now I'm plottin' on ways
How a nigga like me can get next to you
Follow me if you wanna get away from here
Cause I've been doin' it for days and years and overcame my fear
My peers have Smith & Wesson, and the rest of them
Keep your young niggas stressin', askin' questions
When I die, will I go to heaven or hell, or will they throw a nigga in jail?
Cause only half of my niggas wanna see me succeed, the other half wanna see me fail
I wanna make it in this rap game, but everybody say the same thing
But me and motherfuckers won't fade, but when you don't got a proper figure
You don't wanna blame, even on the grave, it's a big name
Cause it a game to try and define, but I ain't deep, boy, better recognize
Why I gotta cry, couldn't see us with a pair of eyes
Representin' that Southside, whole lot
Don't neglect the game, better wreck your mind
But a nigga just had to shine, got down for mine
And before it's fine, we got pain, it's a matter of time
Cause it a game to try and define, but I ain't deep, boy, better recognize
Why I gotta cry, couldn't see us with a pair of eyes
Representin' that Southside, whole lot
Don't neglect the game, better wreck your mind
But a nigga just had to shine, got down for mine
And before it's fine, we got pain, it's a matter of time
Now I'm walkin' on the city, sayin' me and a couple of friends
While we sippin' on syrup again
Tryna get away from the pressure in the city that we livin' in
H-time, nigga, catch a crumb in here
Seein' fugitives on the lights of the Navigator
As we flip and take a trip all across the equator
One thing's greater, but the question is, will it happen now or later?
If it happen now, will I adapt, or find myself caught up in another trap?
Sayin' this rap, gotta do what I gotta do
Had to choose, win or lose, can't be confused
Steals on the loose, gettin' in the feud, puttin' love in the vibe
Can't know where those diamonds, land low like Snipe
Ain't a part of much hype, but I have what it's for
On the field, nigga, watch me score
Run like a fugitive, pad like a pro
This for those that need much snow
If we tryin' to neglect, then we take respect
Got two charts to regulate, we'll break your neck
I'll *** the tech, for those who know we poison pros
Gettin' paid till the day we die
Gettin' paid till the day we die
Representin' from the Gulf Coast, real players are the utmost
So why don't you come and take a toast, play Hazel when the stop's a show
Then when the rock is flowin', put a tug on the 4-4
Play Hazel, get climbed again
When the nigga full of weed and gin
On the mow with my candy bins
Then I'm out to win, until the nigga never breathes again
And it's true, play us decadent, so I should just spin
Set a record in the industry, hope the whole world feelin' me
But they really don't know that I'm a quarter pro
Until the day that I D.I.E. and explain the story
Who is this, talkin' out on us?
Need a green, so I'm gonna go all we trust
My niggas really won't talk or fuss
This for those that don't believe I bust
Been in this rap game for so long
All my rhymes are pratin' in production
Prince turnin' to get his friend, nigga, that's wrong
* it, catch the guns and get it on
I'm tryin' to survive, a nigga strugglin' and stridin'
Lord knows that a nigga don't wanna die
Keep my head up high, look towards the sky
And I find myself askin' him why
Cause if the guy ain't a chain of fame
If I ain't D-Boy, better recognize
One shot's on the rise, couldn't sense for the power
Representin' this outside, four lines
Don't neglect the game, better recognize
But a nigga just had to shine
Got job, fine, it was hard to find
Got paid, it's a matter of time
Cause if the guy ain't a chain of fame
If I ain't D-Boy, better recognize
One shot's on the rise, couldn't sense for the power
Representin' this outside, four lines
Don't neglect the game, better recognize
If I ain't, but a nigga just had to shine
Got job, fine, it was hard to find
Got paid, it's a matter of time
Blood, sweat, and tears, so cracked for years
But that didn't change a thing
But I switched my gears right in front of my pills
Rap game, a game of fame
Got a different lifestyle, I eat what's best
Got a dollar on my knees, I must confess
I've been blessed, nothin' but success
Now I know I ain't sellin' for less
I must suggest, I'm not impressed
With the keys from overseas
Got distribution, way down in Houston
Squash the chatter, don't need confusion
I'm still gettin' paid, let the sun in the fade
When the top down on the drop
It's plain to see, little keys
The GY guys will never stop
I been hurtin' they hard from the very start
Ranked number one up on the chart
Pimpin' is the art, gotta be street smart
Give me the chance and I'll tear it apart
The gang that changed these niggas still dissin'
Watch your back, I'm on a punk expedition
You're the position, I love the commission
Shut your mouth, it's time to listen
You're the position, I'm on a punk expedition