Dirty Game

Lyrics

[Produced by Spiffy Global] [Intro] H-hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker [Hook] How you blessed and still be stressed? Pop a perc to take away the pain Soon as you make it out the hood they gon' start hating They call it a dirty game I was down on my ass, it was time for the war Who was there with me? Nobody at all They hatin', they pray for me to fall Can't go out sad, they want me to fall off They'd rather see me dead Run it up 'till I'm breakin' my legs Scared, snitchin', workin' the other lead Got a fifty pounds, still duckin' the feds I get on my knees 'fore I go to bed I want revenge, got demons in my head Bought my new benz a Cartier lens The haters, they camouflaged as your friends [Verse] I show them love, they hate I'm runnin' laps while they stuck in place Had to fresh up my Gucci, I yellow taped them I keep a scale like I'm watchin' my weight I shoot the ball in the crate I came from the PJs, can't hesitate I be getting too high when I medicate Can't fuck with you nigga, you ain't tryna elevate Real street nigga, go check my resume I'm a hustler, stay down, serve every day The money, celebrate with wedding cake All white, but my shooter Shanaynay Yeah, my shooter Shanaynay Got a thick bitch, look like Lisa Ray Call me Holyfield how I beat the case I'm a boss, best stay in your fuckin' place Make it disappear, I do magic on monday [Hook] I been poppin' these percocets, still can't take away the pain Soon as you make it out the hood they gon' start hating They call it a dirty game I was down on my ass, it was time for the war Who was there with me? Nobody at all They hatin', they pray for me to fall They hatin', they pray for me to fall These niggas rather see me dead I'd rather run it up 'till I break my legs He wrote a statement and killed me with they lead Got a fifty pounds, still duckin' the feds I pray every night before I go to bed I want revenge, got demons in my head Bought my new benz a Cartier lens They really some haters, they act like my friends [Verse 2] Claim you my nigga, I know you not I came up off skippin' them Boulder rocks I just got a new plug for my 40 Glock Can't love her, I don't know if she know that or not I done put my heart in a glovebox I don't want your bitch nigga, that dugged out He be doin' foul shit he don't think I know about Christian Dior when I go to the lord house I pray to Allah that I make it out I gotta give 'em something to hate about This real like my grill, you can't take it out Real street nigga, I don't do shit for clout One day we gon' see you and see about it Hit him with a headshot, that's a body I ain't gon say nothin', just read about it They got hate in their veins, that HIV [Hook] I been poppin' these percocets, still can't take away the pain Soon as you make it out the hood, niggas start hating I call it a dirty game I was down on my ass, it was time for the war Who was there with me? Nobody at all They hatin', they pray for me to fall They hatin', they pray for me to fall These niggas rather see me dead I'd rather run it up 'till I break my legs He wrote a statement and killed me with they lead Got a fifty pounds, still duckin' the feds I pray every night before I go to bed I want revenge, got demons in my head Bought my new benz a Cartier lens They really some haters, they act like my friends