Cut Throat Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ramirez] Golden teeth be glimmering and shining when you talking to me Just hit my pager to wager, this player do it with ease This game infectious, leading bitches to water, the shepherd A couple thousand in seconds, this money makin' genetic Reclining seats in my all-black Benz I keep my feet on the soil and blow the smoke into the wind No time to sleep when there's dollars to be made A player keep it in motion 'til they dress me with displays Seeing visions of darkness and thunder striking mе down My daughter hugging the casket, I gеt put under the ground I'm seeing mama just crying, dressed in an all-black gown But until that day come, I still be holding it down [Chorus: Ramirez] It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball Gotta get the money, fuck the fame It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball Gotta get the money, fuck the fame [Verse 2: Ramirez] I got devils and demons whispering from my shoulders Telling me to do wrong, but they don't know I'm a soldier And I know I'm a sinner, been riding up with the worst kinds Standing up in the trenches, 'cause Rami up in the front lines Chevy be swervin', slithering like a serpent Breaking these niggas necks and leaving all these bitches hurtin' I be sipping this bourbon, always being observant Keepin' my head up swiveled 'cause sucka niggas be lurkin' It's a cold-blooded game Bitches be tripping and digging ditches for a player, mane Don't go insane The streets will be calling but make sure that you keep your frame, mane [Chorus: Ramirez] It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball Gotta get the money, fuck the fame It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball Gotta get the money, fuck the fame [Outro: Rocci] Ooh-oh, ooh-oh Aah-ah, aah-ah Ooh-oh, ooh-oh Aah-ah, aah-ah