Lyrics

You know we do this shit much different than they do Because we put our heart in it So the passion is much stronger (Don) Gave my life to the game and yes I paid for it It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it They killin' my name but I remain solid The hustle is private and the money quiet They undercover singers, prattin' and pointin' fingers Smash 'em before we take 'em to the cleaners Suckers, we don't need 'em Niggas out here playin' with they freedom Cappin' up out his bag, I don't believe him I'm thirty years runnin' Still out here gunnin' with a passion Very upscale and high fashion Niggas out here crashin' Nigga, my hustle is everlasting Under the old law, no flashin' Bitch, we come from fifteens bumpin' Rock house jumpin' Hell yeah, this game owe a nigga somethin' Big crib millin' a half, I'm still pumpin' (pumpin') I swear to God, niggas is watchin', they know I'm comin' A lame nigga watchin' me, wish he could (nigga) At the same time a lame nigga, I wish he would (I wish) Try to trick me out my spot, nigga, bitch, I'm good (I'm good) Don Ke Southside, still reppin' the hood Motherfucker You see they been gave up (been gave up) The closer we got to the finish line, they been gave up (been gave up) Then they took it personal when we kept goin' We was raised much different Gangsta Gave my life to this game and yes, I paid for it It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it They killin' my name but I remain solid The hustle is private and the money quiet You a lame nigga, respect the game, nigga I know they want me out the picture, I'm the frame, nigga They killin' my name but I remain solid The hustle is private and the money quiet Looking for a hoe? You can quit, my nigga One of the best to ever do it Talk that shit, my nigga Don Ke I'm the captain, that's legit, my nigga S-U-C to the finish, it don't get no bigger Let me talk to 'em For once, I'm coherent, definitely black-owned Rich and independent, this is South Park's finest Music made is timeless They lookin' for a weakness in my kindness They better pay attention to the frame on the wall Give my jersey to the streets when I go to the hall Phone lines up in heaven, I just made me a call Let 'em know I'm on my hustle, still gettin' it for y'all Yeah, nigga They killin' my name, but I remain calm Hunnin' 'round, fuckin' drum Be careful, my nigga, we in some shife times Self-made, 7-13, my lifeline Yeah, understand me, not you, but me You know, we don't, uh, operate and resonate Under the same motherfuckin' mind frame, man What are you sayin'? Gangsta Gave my life to this game and yes, I paid for it It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it They killin' my name but I remain solid The hustle is private and the money quiet You a lame nigga, respect the game, nigga I know they want me out the picture, I'm the frame, nigga They killin' my name but I remain solid The hustle is private and the money quiet
Writer(s): Marcus Edwards, Larry Robinson Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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