Chris Jones - Riffs and Regulations lyrics

Verse 1: Im coming for the top spot Looking down from the height of a 24-second shot clock I'm rolling smooth when I cop pot, get a green thumb Write these cold raps quick, just to make your feet numb Leftover single bills, gotta stash some Put the bread in a safe, you know I don't grab none Riff sh**, eating at the same time like a picnic My eyes low when I stay cool And When I aim for a goal, im hitting it like I play pool And the reward is just so much sweet That's the motivation given when i'm rapping over so much beats In the crib with the cashmere, i'm on the laptop Movie scenes with the bad plot The money coming but it take grind So when I rap I k** n***as at once, so I could save time I got the jacket that could break wind You got the jacket of a fake pimp I woke up from a dream of counting gold and I haven't been the same since Hop out the bed with a a strange limp Boss up, Riffs see the card, way before the hand dealt I got some n***as coming through if I demand help And the plan worked, (got it) And when I get paid big, celebration, but I give to the fam first Jones... Chorus: We in the game now, so we trying to get the cake now Money coming homie, what you got to say now? We in the game now, so we trying to get the cake now Money coming homie, what you got to say now? Verse 2: I take a seat when the game on k**in' rappers, i'm the one to put the blame on What a proud fact, I call the homie for the loud pack Chris Jone$ a real king, you not, I got my crown back Don't turn up, let the green burn up Don't call me if it's bout' something that don't concern us Riffs, move around city landmarks accordingly Large number 8, with a coke is what you order me Even though you n***as still huggin' the block Jones still make moves with the hustle you knocked Watching Chris Jone$ videos, thinking bout' the trouble$ you got When im broke, i'm still in love with the guap I'm on my own road, in the crib, I rock a gold robe Seeing me alive is a stunner, just like i'm Stone Cold When I went to the mall, she rolled too Copped sh**, when we left from the mall, she rolled two Chorus: We in the game now, so we trying to get the cake now Money coming homie, what you got to say now? We in the game now, so we trying to get the cake now Money coming homie, what you got to say now?