Let the Game Be the Game

Lyrics

[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 niggas 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 nigga talking, bitch, close your mouth Get the package' make it happen, nigga Hustle in me, had to get it from my daddy, nigga Made some hits, but don't confuse me with these rapping niggas I got that work, and I'll really bring that strap to niggas I ain't gon' rap with niggas Touch bass, they on my head, [?] bitches Fuck for old times sake, I don't go back to bitches You slave for weeks, I made double tonight He pathetic, look at his ice I won't look at it twice This that real shit, say R finna get a deal, bitch Man, whatever, call around, who got seels in? Gang member, killers and them thieves with me You a [?] sleve over here, nigga Stressed [?] still dead And his homeboy settled for a wheelchair Yeah, I want that coke spot, hell yeah, I want that weed spot I need that cheese [Chorus] I let the game be the game Ain't beefing with niggas, I let a lame be a lame I ain't feeding you bitches, I sware I let these hoes starv [?] the reason I go hard Let the game be the game Ain't beefing with niggas, I let a lame be a lame I ain't feeding you bitches, 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 nigga finna make off a CD Need more, 'cause the prices going up [?] And I send that cheese monthly, 'cause I fuck with my niggas I ain't been fucking with niggas, got a bitch a lil older Fuck 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 [?] nigga Ask [?] how I'm laying What I spend on a crib was enough to take a break, nigga I hate niggas, 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, nigga [Chorus] I let the game be the game Ain't beefing with niggas, I let a lame be a lame I ain't feeding you bitches, I sware I let these hoes starv [?] the reason I go hard Let the game be the game Ain't beefing with niggas, I let a lame be a lame I ain't feeding you bitches, I sware I'ma let you hoes starv [?] the reason I go hard