letra de let the game be the game - allstar jr
[verse 1]
21 gun salute, 41 hanging out of the coupe
when you look me in the eyes‚ all you see is the truth
these lil n-ggas telling lies‚ they ain’t live like me
they don’t bust scripts down‚ [?] like me
you hearing fantasies, everytime you pop in they album
i was out here in traffic, for i popped off rapping
got some old friends mad‚ had to ho them guys
when a boss n-gga talking, b-tch, close your mouth
get the package‚ make it happen, n-gga
hustle in me, had to get it from my daddy, n-gga
made some hits, but don’t confuse me with these rapping n-ggas
i got that work, and i’ll really bring that strap to n-ggas
i ain’t gon’ rap with n-ggas
touch bass, they on my head, [?] b-tches
f-ck for old times sake, i don’t go back to b-tches
you slave for weeks, i made double tonight
he pathetic, look at his ice
i won’t look at it twice
this that real sh-t, say r finna get a deal, b-tch
man, whatever, call around, who got seels in?
gang member, k!llers and them thieves with me
you a [?] sleve over here, n-gga
stressed [?] still dead
and his homeboy settled for a wheelchair
yeah, i want that coke spot, h-ll yeah, i want that weed spot
i need that cheese
[chorus]
i let the game be the game
ain’t beefing with n-ggas, i let a lame be a lame
i ain’t feeding you b-tches, i sware i let these hoes starv
[?] the reason i go hard
let the game be the game
ain’t beefing with n-ggas, i let a lame be a lame
i ain’t feeding you b-tches, i sware i’ma let you hoes starv
[?] the reason i go hard
[verse 2]
who being greedy? i got people that need me
made more than what a n-gga finna make off a cd
need more, ’cause the prices going up [?]
and i send that cheese monthly, ’cause i f-ck with my n-ggas
i ain’t been f-cking with n-ggas, got a b-tch a lil older
f-ck me good, been in the crib, she coming over
cook a meal, roll up a wood and bend her over
put that soul pole on her, it’s been so long [?]
ask [?] ’bout the cake
what i spend on bape t’s, was enough to ride [?] n-gga
ask [?] how i’m laying
what i spend on a crib was enough to take a break, n-gga
i hate n-ggas, but i love how it feels
your broke ass face, behind these hundred dollar bills
[?] at the table, 500 hundred dollar meals
what these hoes won’t do, you can bet that money will, n-gga
[chorus]
i let the game be the game
ain’t beefing with n-ggas, i let a lame be a lame
i ain’t feeding you b-tches, i sware i let these hoes starv
[?] the reason i go hard
let the game be the game
ain’t beefing with n-ggas, i let a lame be a lame
i ain’t feeding you b-tches, i sware i’ma let you hoes starv
[?] the reason i go hard
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