God’s Playground

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Dancing with the devil, red bottom spiked hair Gather what you live, call that lil' nigga Dice here Medellin regime of cocaine Rich Porter ghost in the Bentley that's money green Transport [?] confidential Mob Lobster free tata, sounds by Sinatra Greatest of all times, legend of Chupacabra Sacrificial goat, Fidel Castro [?] young [?] Jones Black Martin Price's, black we the new ISIS Dare you kill one of mines boy, you better live righteous [Verse 2] Now all I ever wanted as a second chance My only goal in life was to be the man Big Teech and Meech all in my DNA Cook a brick and lay it just like a Frito-Lay Spudd Webb, Mutombo I'm on my higher lows I'm on this late night shift with the comodores Hand gesture, speaking at this council meeting Dirty Harry blow like the quiet sink John Stockton white call me Jazzy Jeff Mailman flew it to my last [?] I can spot a [?] with a red beam And I'm the biggest player on my favourite team John Gotti, bet put up the whole block Scrilla Enterprise with a cold plot Catch me gettin' top in a old drop And I'm the richest nigga from my old block [Verse 3: Curren$y] Watchin' off [?] payamas, my crib bananas Weed selection, the fruit salad This a love song dedicated to the paper, this a true ballad Coupes gather, we meet up over seafood platters Jet Life or your life don't matter We connected with MMG the scrilla stackers Them niggas saltier than saltine crackers They observin' the status, the way we move around the map Climbin' the corporate ladder, they wish we was only rapper but We advanced us hustlin' legitimate business man All money and like Nip and them My hustle grind like Tip now Still chasing dreams like Meek now But I'm never sleepin' Smokin' one for Lil Snupe a fallen star from my Rolls Royce roof Reminiscing the last time we spoke, the last joint we smoked