The Bando Theory

Lyrics

[Verse] Games don't get played 'round here nigga (Uh uh) Let's separate the house from the field niggas The real nigga I'm a for real nigga Tortured by the sight of spilled liquor from killed niggas who fell victim to steel-grippers I'm so for real, picture me and my teams Had them pokin' out of my jeans Highs and lows, can I build with ya Beer sippin', beer drippin' from the brew Kickin' games, showing nothing but fearlessness, still in this I see what Proof meant, now I really feel him Die a hero or you live long enough to become a villain They silently attack so how I look like chillin'? I done been in real beef, these niggas are only grillin', no illin' Tensions used I came up overlooked in them vintage views Your missus choose She met every requirement to sip this pimp juice Fill up her jaw like a whole wad of Big-League Chew These dudes are fraud, my heart is a vacant yard Had to scrap real brawls, my knuckles bearin' the scars Went from high school scuffles to clearin' it out in bars Death dyin' [?] I ain't hearin' them out at all A pitbull next to y'all I'm a big dude Booze [?] like it's chip food Don't forget this rule Never cross those, who was there for ya Bled for you, had your back brandishing them pistols Grown man, I ain't never ducked behind my partners Compartments hittin' through the crib, Glocks, llamas, choppers Dodgin' the devil sittin' comfy with a Godly posture You think infinity stones, I'm thinkin' seven chakras I wake the block up Samples ain't the only thing around here that gets chopped up Boy, you are not us Soakin' up the hot sun degrees comfortably Bitches huntin' me like I'm givin' out flat tummy tea It's a certain feelin' of uncertainty approaching me The whole family gon' eat, Hercules Hercules Take you out, this a cheap date, let the llama squeeze It look expensive but it didn't cost much, a bahama breeze Since God is with me, who can stand against me? My cup runneth over, never empty Pull up forever crispy Hoppin' out the whip, the same grimy vibe Bring out the roses every time we ride I call my heart the bando because it's empty, don't remind me why A while ago somethin' inside me died I'm still good You can count on me, nigga, like Kyrie Irving every time he drive Bein' real to you is just a 9 to 5 Me I do that shit for life 'Til it's over, 'til the wheels fall off Even then I'ma hitch a ride Bruh, it ain't no hoppin' lanes, the real one, it ain't no switchin' sides Choose wisely or pick a side or we can let the clip decide From this moment on I'm bein' cocky, a Detroit legend My karma's good, I'm tryna match my credit (Right) One of the first Detroiters hittin' overseas before Sean did it We paved the way so all of us can get it Live from the bando