Sin & Games

Aye, aye now on some real shit though, man
It's, it's like Chicago is just a lifestyle that you know what I'm saying a lot of people not used to but we adapted to it
Like I'm 20 years old, I know I know probably at least 50 people dead, like personally that I know like dead or not
You know what I'm saying
On the day to day basis this shit not regular

All we know is darkness, all we know is pain
All my niggas heartless, this the game we play
And we come from, where they hate us
And they take from, world full of fake love
Nothing but cloudy days, shoot outs 'round the way
Babys catching strays, but this the game we play
This the game we play
Know I'm riding for the gang, we straight
I know this the game we play, one soldier [?]

Illinois, Chi, Eastside I was raised
Roaming outside spending most of my days
Grade school, just a young nigga with a heart in 'em
And ain't none bigger
And some other young niggas with me ready for whatever
All I tell 'em 'go and get 'em thugging, hustling
Shed a tear, shoulda make his blood brothers like I was born with 'em
Took a long, long time love to see my niggas shine
Fought a storm with them, a couple gone on the ride
They ain't seen outside a long, long time
Somewhere at the wrong time, prolly too much on they mind
Tryna homicide, other half gone now
Now God called him home while mama is traumatized
And that's why we all quit the chains niggas
One time back again the wall
Letting pistols off with the same niggas, stick with me [?]
Tryna [?] a piece, at the ball games kicking
State to state on the planes tripping
Kobe died with his pain sipping
Thinking how we used to hang with him

All we know is darkness, all we know is pain
All my niggas heartless, this the game we play
And we come from, where they hate us
And they take from, world full of fake love
Nothing but cloudy days, shoot outs 'round the way
Babys catching strays, but this the game we play
This the game we play
Know I'm riding for the game, we straight
I know this the game we play, one soldier [?]

'Member when I used to write rhymes on the Microsoft
Record lyrics on the trap flip 'fore I ever touched a microphone
Young nigga, like 15 granny living in the warzone
Naw I ain't talking Harkas, boy [?] striker home
[?] gon' lie was frightened, but I had it right by my side, I'ma let it off always
Walking inside with that bitch in my hand with no lock on the door and no light in the hallway
One thing for certain, I know that my killers lurking
Wake up, they flip it through all day
Go catch a fuck nigga like always
Hop out the whip pull out the clip in broad day
Ain't no regrets 'cause all the shit we did, we did it our way
Can't trust niggas, fuck these niggas I learned that the hard way
And all the niggas that's with me they riding like a Harley
.40 in that old school, it ride like a 'Rari

All we know is darkness, all we know is pain
All my niggas heartless, this the game we play
And we come from, where they hate us
And they take from, world full of fake love
Nothing but cloudy days, shoot outs 'round the way
Babys catching strays, but this the game we play
This the game we play
Know I'm riding for the game, we straight
I know this the game we play, one soldier [?]