Rustaman them after respect me
You got money?
But you a rent
I'ma respect that
So sick of these, fake n***as
Shaking their a**
Knowing god damn well they don't spray it then blast
They the type to go to jail, be mistaken for f*gs
They the type to point at a n***a face in the gla**
So look how I felt
We could meet up and leave
Mother f** who don't like it
Beat up the streets
Drought came we kick our feet up and eat
Gotta love the way my daddy put a key up for me
Re-up, put about three up a week
My mother keep telling me the game ain't nothing
Some would never crack a frown or complain when the money come
Never backing down I'm insane I ain't ever run
Do them like tags on shirts and rip them off
I ain't feeling them
They keep flenching, k** them off what the business is
You n***as ain't real at all
Grab them by the collar, a few dollars will get them lost
I'm in the roots where the n***as die shots fired
You know this n***a
Kevin Gates, Rock wieler
Same sh**
Money doing a bad, Reezy doing a bad, Mail doing a bad, B doing a bad, Seven doing a bad
Last night, b**h a** n***as shooting at wig
That's the life that we live and it's all that
They say the game ain't sh** but it's all fair
[Outro]
f** this f**ing war, all this beef over a couple of corners. Don't matter who did what to who at this point, the fact is we went to war and now there ain't no war in that. I mean sh**, it's what war is you know and once you in it, you in it. If it's a lie then we fight on that lie, but we got to fight