Playing for Keeps

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah It's out of my hands, just leave me alone (It's out of my hands), yeah I give 'em the word, you know that it's on (You know that it's on), yeah, yeah Don't come to my hood, you know that they on (You know that they on), yeah We hop in the whip, you know that I'm gone (Yes, sir, zoom, zoom), yeah Fresh off a flight, I'm gettin' them flown (I'm gettin' them flown), yeah Posted right on the block, it feel like Malone (It feel like Malone, on the block), yeah The weed on my body like it's a Cologne, yeah Said I'm back on my bullshit, let it be known [Chorus] Yeah, yеah We made it from nothin', we madе it off welfare (We made it from nothin', man) Say a prayer for all of my niggas that's stuck in a cell, yeah (Pray to God, free Gaz) I know my niggas that's down in the dirt, they made it to heaven (Yeah, R.I.P. to [?]) All the heat that we had to survive, this shit was a hell here (Shit was a hell) Fresh out the mud, I took the shit elsewhere (Fresh out the mud) And some niggas that's ridin' for life, ain't do it myself, yeah (Slatt, yeah) And 'em niggas that counted me out, they askin' for help, yeah But watch how I stay in the game with the hand I was dealt, yeah (Yes, sir) [Verse 2] I was up late in the streets, it made me a beast, just tryna see how we gon' eat (Yeah) Wasn't just working for me, my family tree, my OG's down to my niece (Yeah) I'm in the field with the lions, niggas be lying, found out most of them sheep (Yeah) Bitches that wasn't replyin', now they keep eyeing, found out most of them freaks (Yes, sir) Been eye to eye with the giants, sharpen my iron, found out most of them weak (Pew, pew) Told 'em I'm keeping it brief, I can do no talking (Facts), and I gotta let it release Free all my dawgs out the cages, take off the chains, I won't stop until they unleashed Niggas ain't playin' for fun, they had no advantage, I promise I'm playing for keeps [Chorus] Yeah, yeah We made it from nothin', we made it off welfare (We made it from nothin', man) Say a prayer for all of my niggas that's stuck in a cell, yeah (Pray to God, free Gaz) I know my niggas that's down in the dirt, they made it to heaven (Yeah, R.I.P. to [?]) All the heat that we had to survive, this shit was a hell here (Shit was a hell) Fresh out the mud, I took the shit elsewhere (Fresh out the mud) And some niggas that's ridin' for life, ain't do it myself, yeah (Slatt, yeah) And 'em niggas that counted me out, they askin' for help, yeah But watch how I stay in the game with the hand I was dealt, yeah (Yes, sir)
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- WondaGurl
- Dougie F