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Lyrics
[Intro] Huh, yeah Uh [Chorus] Asked the plug for a ounce, he gave me a brick (He gave me a brick) Now I'm married to the game and I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch) This for my niggas that didn't write a tale (Didn't write a tale) For the kids that visit they dad in jail, uh Asked the plug for a ounce, he gave me a brick (He gave me a brick) Now I'm married to the game and I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch) This for my niggas that didn't write a tale (Didn't write a tale) For the kids that visit they dad in jail Yeah [Verse 1] I'm a rare breed, school couldn't prepare me I need a therapy, a pair of keys, talking birds (Talking birds) Pair of keys, Jordan 3's, a SUV And a bad bitch to SMD, the plug fronted the extra three That was a good look (That was a good look) Before you left me hangin' like a pull up (Uh) It was money on the floor like a pushup But that's the story of my life, which is a good book (A good book) Filled with broken promises (Broken promises) Pocahontas's (Pocahontas's), tons of pounds of it (Tons of pounds of it) Shoot outs, all kinds of shit But, um, just to be honest (Just to be honest, uh) I wish I grew up like the Obama's (Yeah) Sasha, Malia, I was going through the ringer I built the team up, but kept gettin' penalized for illegal procedures (Illegal procedures) Rage and seizures (Rage and seizures) They kicked the door in at 4 AM, uh They say me and the white girl was more than friends (Yes) This for my niggas that's facing a ten While praying to the lords to make amends (Uh) Tough times make 'em men (Yeah) It was times you should've threw the towel in (Threw the towel in ) The game ain't the same without the crowd in (Without the crowd in) These words don't make sense without the vowels in (Nah) The 'Wood don't hit the same without the loud in (Uh) But who chopped bricks, like they from Shaolin Tempo, the watch got pimples Accounts got dimples Everything I do is monumental It's a cycle, period, menstrual, huh [Chorus] Asked the plug for a ounce, he gave me a brick (He gave me a brick) Now I'm married to the game and I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch) This for my niggas that didn't write a tale (Didn't write a tale) For the kids that visit they dad in jail, uh Asked the plug for a ounce, he gave me a brick (He gave me a brick) Now I'm married to the game and I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch) This for my niggas that didn't write a tale (Didn't write a tale) For the kids that visit they dad in jail Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Bruiser Wolf
- Raphy