the game

[Verse 1] Rain hittin’ hard, I’m posted in the cut, Got a pistol on my lap and some powder in the gut. Phone blowin’ up, homie talkin’ that deal, But I don’t trust a motherfucker when the vibe ain’t real. Seen too many snake eyes hidin’ in the crew, Talk sweet to your face, then they plottin’ on you. I done slept on floors, had to starve just to eat, Now I’ll put a bitch down if they threaten my seat. [Hook] This the life, no rules, no love, just pain, Every move that I make got me dodgin’ them chains. I don’t pray for shit, I just grip and aim, If you fuck with my name, you get lost in the flame. [Verse 2] I remember long nights with a blade in my hand, Tryna flip a couple grams just to make me a man. Police hit the block, had to dip, had to run, Motherfucker, I was broke with a hand on a gun. Saw my brother in a casket, couldn’t look at his face, Now the rage in my chest never leaves, just waits. Every scar on my skin is a war I survived,