Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Roshawn Eddie Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
If the game made you, why you leave the shit alone
Have to keep grinding, im a do it on my own
Do this for my love ones so they don't worry nomo
It's a cold cold world, niggas snaking on low
I be worried for my fam cuz they don't keep a pole
Niggas a shoot anybody, just to come up cuz they broke
I been living life, making money, playing roles
Diamonds on my neck, bitches love chasing gold
Keep on digging deeper and a nigga might take yo soul
I don't love no hoe, they do not deserve a rose
Yea they do not deserve a rose
I don't love no hoee
Writing everyday
Writing every night
Praying im a make it, I'm just tired of this sick life
I keep cutting niggas off, they don't act right
Finna start saving up, going past max height
I been hurt so many times, bitches asking why I'm tight
Like why you not tight, why you loose
I ain't trying to get wet up like a game of duck duck goose
How you say you going to frame me but you can't cuz it's the truth
If the game made you, why you leave the shit alone
Have to keep grinding, im a do it on my own
Do this for my love ones so they don't worry nomo
It's a cold cold world, niggas snaking on the low
I be worried for my fam cuz they don't keep a pole
Niggas a shoot anybody, just to come up cuz they broke
I been living life, making money, playing roles
Diamonds on my neck, bitches love chasing gold
Keep on digging deeper and a nigga might take yo soul
I don't love no hoe, they do not deserve a rose
Bitches showed me they ain't shit
I'll rather have some hoes then be loyal to a bitch
You a hoe, all you do is suck niggas dick
Bitches give me set up, trying to get me with a blick
But I already know you so I played you like a switch
I ain't in a mood, girl you know how I can get
Trying to argue with the kid, but I ain't hearing it
Like fr
I ain't hearing it
If the game made you, why you leave the shit alone
Have to keep grinding, im a do it on my own
Do this for my love ones so they don't worry nomo
It's a cold cold world, niggas snaking on the low
I be worried for my fam cuz they don't keep a pole
Niggas a shoot anybody, just to come up cuz they broke
I been living life, making money, playing roles
Diamonds on my neck, bitches love chasing gold
Yeaa
Writer(s): Norman Eddie Jr
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