Lyrics

We all play for keeps. In the heart of the meek
Get breath get debt get death all in a week

You can fall for them treats Tricks all in the skeet
Hit corner get beat. That?s why I?m not all into freaks

But if when in the bar when we meet
Here?.Call up your SoRo's
Cause I be prolonging my peak

The Unique thing about me I don?t care if you doubt me
Aint no pussy good enough out there To triple spouse me

given it to women proudly. Than imma be outtie
the last thing you see is ring? lights of my audi.

Smoking on a loosey. swerving off grey goose.
Starring in the mirror 'til my brother salutes me

It all about my family and loot. That?s why I stay in my boots in the booth
kick in the doors, get straight to the truth

Time is money. And money just be that root.
So I figured time aint shit but the devil?s recruit.


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The truth in the street Is the troops wanna eat
The strong get stronger by mauling the weak

We brawl for the cause and the cause is the cheese
But it the cheese ?.that brings the rat outta these thieves

See you boys is your boy till I became MAN
And as a man We all got plans for the grands

I be damned if I didn?t down for my niggas
We tired of scrounging for figures so now we go get it

We was all for one and one for all
Til my mans got knock for some shit in the car

Cops they got us all sectioned.
Everybody know not to answer no question.
My mans talking recklace.

Talking about Confessions.
Usher-ing the cops to the stash and the weapons.
They don?t ask they arresting.

Time goes by and hates grows high
Main man walking and talking with kid close by
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Shots whiz by both kids lie
And he?s left look up in sky and ask GOD why

I stand for whatever Stand when it weather
I got a plan and understand no man lives forever

Buts the sands at level
Gravedigger got one hand on the shovel
Cause Been scamming the devil

Arguing with angels like kane and able
Cut the beat off?Just vibe and bang on the table

you letting cash rearrange you
Then how can you let your past be your angle
In this hip-hop game?.You

Realize real guys will strive to bang you
Whats strange your raps predicted they way
They?d hang you

Slow you role
play your roll in life?s deck cards
I?m the revolutionary stressing out the guards

So pay attention when you mention dialogue with arms
Cause real soldiers center mass...you in the arms of GOD