Tru2DaGame

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door) (It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door) [Verse] True to the game, game, motherfuck the fame, fame When I hit the graveyard, I'll be doubled up my game, game Skeleton bang, bang, my gun can do the same thing Gonna be more than bullets shells droppin' in the rain, rain Body rot, body rot, see your silly ass talk a lot Park the whip and I drop the top Poke your ass, then I pop the Glock You're talkin' to a pistol (Get chopped like a body shop) I figured out what could miss you (Got popped, now he body rot) The D, the E, the A The D, to the B, to the O-Y-S, that's every day I drop it off and I evade, I'm out the way I'm in the shade, I'm twistin' haze, I'm feelin' crazed My mind is glitchin' for the blunt smoke If it's a problem, then it's gun smoke Mask on, trick-or-treat, I'm waiting at your front door [Outro] TeamSESH, DeadBoys