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letra de the soundtrack - the game

[verse 1: game]
politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
crack rock lingerin’, fiends suckin’ they cuticles
wear the wrong colors ’round here, n-ggas is shootin’ you
n-ggas workin’ out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
n-gga, you k!llin’ who? street sh-t, me and meek sh-t
f-ck with him, f-ck around and be your funeral

[verse 2: meek mill]
have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin’ through
drive-by, layin’ side by side as they viewin’ you
ha, cause you will ride for your n-gga, right?
now with he-rs-s side by side, with your n-gga right
cause it been plenty nights i barely made it through this life
n-ggas want to sn-tch my soul from me like i’m jesus christ

[verse 3: game & (meek mill)]
compton, california, come and see what my city like
(babies losin’ hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
rosecrans, (berks street), n-ggas tryin’ to murk me
(god, it hit me first, g)

[hook: game & (meek mill)]
this right here the soundtrack to a real n-gga life
(comin’ from a city where they k!ll n-ggas like)
“la-da-da, la-da-da”
the soundtrack to a real n-gga life
(comin’ from a city where they k!ll n-ggas like)
“la-da-da, la-da-da”

[verse 4: meek mill]
uh, my dog doin’ life
cause he ain’t had no safety like the rams’ secondary
and he come out in 2060, nevuary, never scared

[verse 5: game]
cause i got real n-ggas everywhere
that’ll cut your life short like it’s february
k!ller cali, where them burnouts is necessary
‘specially when the feds is tappin’ phones like secretaries
sh-t real like 2pac’s obituary
k!ll him, b.i.g. too, but they memory legendary

[verse 6: meek mill & (game)]
and where i’m from, you get murdered like hereditary
they k!lled my homie, we came back like it was january
the first n-gga aimin’ to murk, n-gga
f-ck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, n-gga
cause it’s cold out, f-ck your concert cause you sold out
your dad didn’t teach you all that sh-t you sing that song ’bout
so what you talkin’ about?
(absolutely nothin’, they ain’t us, meek, f-ck ’em, cause)

[hook]
this right here the soundtrack to a real n-gga life
(comin’ from a city where they k!ll n-ggas like)
“la-da-da, la-da-da”
the soundtrack to a real n-gga life
(comin’ from a city where they k!ll n-ggas like)
“la-da-da, la-da-da”

[bridge: meek mill]
from philly to compton, n-gga
i fell in love with these streets, i lost my n-ggas too
but i’ll be d-mned i’ll let one of you n-ggas take my life

[verse 7: game]
meek, tell ’em that i’m back on my grizzly though
most these rappers’ life is like a f-ckin’ miguel video
compton k!lled eight of my n-ggas, but that’s my city though
yeah, we movin’ birds, but we throw ’em like a frisbee though
n-ggas sellin’ flat-screens, sixty-inch vizios
blow on a stone, smokin’ chronic on commodes
listenin’ to hov like “i got to get my weight up”
the system was made to break us, but they can’t take us, no

[verse 8: meek mill]
and i know they hate us though cause we really made it though
ballin’ like we jordan, n-ggas shootin’, try and fade me though
o.g. bobby johnson, .44 with the potato nose
turn you mashed potato, bro, but it’s all gravy though
i done been to church to mosque, it couldn’t save me though
sh-t, i got to save myself before i try to save a ho
f-ck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows

- the game

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