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I Come From The Game

 

I Come From The Game

(albüm: Practice Makes Paper - 2019)


(Helluva Made This Beat Baby)

My mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Uh-uh (Bitch), I come from the game
I do, I come from the game
Ho, I come from the game
My mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Never, I come from the game
I do (Biatch), I come from the game
For real (Ooh), I come from the game (Holla)

Close encounter, digital scale and money counter
On top of the kitchen counter, right up under the cabinets by the rice and flour
Packing power, even in the shower I got my thirty-rounder
Thirty-shot extended'll give a hater dementia
Never know who wanna end ya, could be someone ya kin to
The homie or just a random, whoever it is, I handle 'em
When I first cut my teeth in the streets I fell deep in love
With the glitter and glamour, bit by the hustling bug
I doubled my profit off a quarter zip of the yola
Right then and there I wanted to be a high roller
I was consistent about my chicken when I was out there delivering
That nasal candy and turtle, that nostril dust and that herbal
Quarterbacking and flea-flicking, handing off packs to my team
My colleagues, my squad and my co-defendants move beans
I promised myself to be that dude no matter what line of work that I choose
Stay fitted and knitted, people judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch!)

My mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Uh-uh (Bitch), I come from the game
I do, I come from the game
Ho, I come from the game
My mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Never, I come from the game
I do (Biatch), I come from the game
For real (Ooh), I come from the game (Holla)

My mama got the game from my daddy
Pops learned how to cook up 'caine watching my granny
I was the only child in a whole drug family
Start off with nose candy, I ain't never sold candy (Never)
When I say the boy is mines, I ain't talking Brandy (Nah)
I'm talking heron, I probably served your granddaddy (Yah)
Bowls and Glad baggies stashing Os in old Caddies
Narcs search us 'cause we wearing Cartis and our clothes baggy (C'mere)
I had a operation back when you was masturbating
I was broke, but having patience, now I shop with no debating
I was raised around triple beams and triple-gold Daytons
All the shit that wasn't cool then is shit these niggas praising (Yah)
True to the game, I ain't never broke the rules
Never robbed my plug, never betrayed the crew
Y'all some rapping dudes, lying like you came from the game
While we from the game lying like we rap niggas, mayne
We is not the same

My mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Uh-uh (Bitch), I come from the game
I do, I come from the game
Ho, I come from the game
My mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Never, I come from the game
I do (Biatch), I come from the game
For real (Ooh), I come from the game (Holla)

My mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't no lame
Hustle run all in my veins, shit, I come from out the game
Check the facts about me, nigga, ain't a stain on my jacket
I rock carats like a rabbit, nigga play, we let 'em have it
Shit, my mama sold powder, my daddy sold bricks
So all I know is getting commas, hell, I guess I got a linage
Made a play right off of counters, get the bag off in an hour
God, kill me if I'm lying, sold it 'fore it's done drying, nigga
Had junkies lined up outside my granny crib
Fucking with that boy and the girls just like a tranny did
Was taught by OGs to do it big before I had a bid
I can't front a nigga shit unless I know where his mammy live (Uhh)
One love to my niggas in the state prison
Finally eating the fruits of hard labor 'cause I stayed wit' it
24-7, I'ma hustle every day wit' it
Can tell you all about the shit 'cause I come from the game, nigga

My mama wasn't a sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Uh-uh (Bitch), I come from the game
I do, I come from the game
Ho, I come from the game
My mama wasn't no sucka and my daddy wasn't a lame
Never, I come from the game
I do (Biatch), I come from the game
For real (Ooh), I come from the game (Holla)

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