Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't hate on the player, but hate on the game Might take a plane and kick back in the A' Gotta phone out to folks just to make sure they straight Lil' Spike Dee ain't never lie 'bout selling weight Why cap to the people just tryna relate? Or say the same shit that the next nigga say Shit really got me out my mind like Pharrell You hate to see me win lil' bruh, I can tell The joint burn slow with the wax like a snail I hop in the back of the truck, drop the tail And fakes run out they luck when it's dry I flip on trampoline, like Mike, I can fly Space Jam Jordan, got the lil' ice on the side Pig had the Photo Blue 9's 'til now She got the manes, along with the 5's I didn't cop the cash wasn't right at the time I fly on repeat, oh my, just how time flies Didn't smoke till 2-1, I'm floating in real-time Like a boat in the sea, Richard Parker might die But he lived, fresh zippo tryna spark the La Orange juice ice cold, right next to the jar Kid Frankie '09 in my thoughts, dreaming far [Interlude] What's up? Now what you 'bout to see is how I do it You understand what I'm sayin'? Magnolia Brown, still just slim to the bone It don't stop, who's the realest? Me and my dogs, see ya', you understand what I'm sayin'? No Limit, we the realest, you understand what I'm sayin'? [Verse 2] Living these days, it can be so insane Watching the news, it do something to my brain My brothers gunned down in the street, giving pain Don't hate on the playa', but hate on the game In a all white range switching lanes, counting change Like the climate it change over time, is it us? Is we fucking shit up? Forest fires, that shit hurt my soul to the touch I be living my life, give a fuck 'bout a jit If they on petty shit, drop the smile and get lit Drop top the Caprice, but I'll slide the Civic Never forget the times that I spent with my kin Manny want the brand new SUV stamped by Benz But we up in New York, take the train to the pin Get out or get in We pouring up wine with our friends Smoking on tree, tryna collect the ends Prada on me, baby bags, got her shoulder lit She already know, lil' baby, I told you this Throw on J Dilla, that track number 36 Big time gorilla, might hop in the jungle gym [Outro] Might slide on your friends at the- Might hop out your friends at the-