It's just emotion I've never had Emotion Is makin' me sad Emotion Tying me down It's just emotion Keeps me hangin' around It's the he, e, eeeat Calling Me, e, eee It's the Ne, e, e, eed To be Freeeeeeee Yeah, yeah I don't wanna play for keeps anymore This time I'm for real I've heard it once I've heard it all before And now are lips are sealed Told you I'd never lie to you You want something different Something new, oooooh I don't wanna play for keeps anymore And there is nothing you can dooooooooooooo Disappointment Is the final word Devotion Is back breaking work Emotions Are irrational But to ignore them Would be critical It's the he, he, eeeat Calling Me, e, eee It's the Ne, e, eeed To be Freeeeee Yeah, yeah I don't wanna play for keeps anymore This time I'm for real I've heard it once I've heard it all before And now are lips are sealed Told you I'd never lie to you You want something different Something new, ooooooh I don't wanna play for keeps anymore And there is nothing you can dooooooooooooo Give me something I, I, I, I, I Can depend on I, I, I Give me something I, I, I, I, I Can rely on Yeah I don't wanna play for keeps anymore This time I'm for real I've heard it once I've heard it all before And now are lips are sealed I don't wanna play for keeps I don't wanna play for keeps I don't wanna play for keeps any more And there is nothing you can

Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da Baby why you playing games like that Why I always want what I can't have Love sick got it oh so bad One step forward trippin' two steps back Goin' round like a race track Just ain't fair with a like that Three words that you sent right back Kinda like it like that Oh baby I'm goin' all in Betting everything I have on you Don't wanna mess around Yeah I'm playin' for keeps Lock it up baby no key Fallin' for you six feet deep But for what? For what? Yah I'm playing for keeps (Uh) Taste like cookies and cream (Uh) Just want that Hailey JB Is that too much Too much Too much Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da Yeah I'm playin' for keeps Romeo waiting at your window Tryna touchdown Baby in your end zone Hung up now I'm hangin' with your dial tone Sayin' "What if we're in love, and you just don't know" She love me She love me not Yeah Speed it up And then she stop Boom box I be doin' the most Press play one song then she ghost Oh baby I'm goin' all in Betting everything I have on you Don't wanna mess around Yeah I'm playin' for keeps Lock it up baby no key Fallin' for you six feet deep But for what? For what? Yah I'm playing for keeps (Uh) Taste like Cookies and cream (Uh) Just want that Hailey JB Is that too much Too much Too much Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da (For what, for what) Yeah I'm playin' for keeps Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da (For what, for what) Yeah I'm playin' for keeps

Every time that I leave my home You know that pistol stay with me Cuz these snake niggas tryna see me gone Plus I'm knowing that we play for keeps And every time my bitch hit my phone She saying that she pray for me Cuz she these snake niggas wanna see me gone And she know it ain't safe in these streets Every time that I leave my home You know that pistol stay with me Cuz these snake niggas wanna see me gone Plus I'm knowing that we play for keeps And every time my bitch hit my phone She saying that she pray for me Cuz she these snake niggas wanna see me gone And she know it ain't safe in these streets Another day another dolla' my nigga Another lick double the profit my nigga These bitches claiming that they solid my nigga The pressure on is she gone ride for a nigga I can't trust none of these niggas I can't trust none of these bitches Cuz I feel like they out to get me So that pistol it stay on me And that clip it hold thirty Yeah you know that bitch is never empty I tell my brothers that I love them niggas Cuz they solid they won't bend fold or buckle nigga And these niggas hating on us Cuz they ain't fucking with us Pillow talking to a bitch and still ain't fucking hit it Damn you a fuck nigga You know wassup nigga I don't fuck witcha So get the fuck nigga 'Fore this choppa bust nigga Or when it bust nigga You better duck nigga Cuz this bitch gon' kick like punts nigga The streets ain't the place to be So my girl at home Alone Say she going wait for me Cause if I don't make it home if I don't make it home she don't feel it's safe to sleep But some niggas wanna snitch wanna talk I gotta get violent Potato on the pistol gotta get em silent Show at the funeral everybody crying I'm smiling In the face that this nigga left his child in I'm wilding Crazy I belong in the asylum Wilding two choppas when I'm wilding Never known to slip but a nigga always sliding Yeah I know these niggas play for keeps But the grave ain't the place for me Like forty bitch the drake with me Niggas pussy don't mistake for me Cash nigga you can't take from me Because every time I leave my home You know that pistol stay on me Cause I know these niggas tryna get me gone But they know they play for keeps Every time my girl hit my phone Tell that girl pray for me Cause she know some niggas wanna get me gone And it ain't safe in the streets

We play for keeps The whole hood know me No new niggas, they ain't on the block Making guap trying to feed the team Got a motherfucking dot no circle Big 30 hanging out, no curfew One call, yeah Booka gone murk you Sneak diss, man that's gone hurt you Oh yeah, we taking shit Steady running from the Jakes and shit When we reach the top We could stop doing this basic shit Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas I'll get crucified for my niggas You'll never see a one on one, fuck boy The whole squad gone get you These niggas so phony though They'll act like your homie, though 'Til they see some bands, but it ain't your mans He just bail like Romeo And I'm still by the corner store Fuck all this rapping, bro Might think it's a concert And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho Now roll that dope shit On the block we smoking shit And niggas die cause the cops Come quicker than the motherfucking doctor, shit It's one thing I never did And that's love a bitch Cause I'm drilling shit I only love my clique My OG told me to slow down I see an opp then he get blowed down Take him down then smoke his whole pound Ah, they deep, huh? Empty the round Get caught but I won't make a sound But it's dead cause I'm shooting out of town We sell green and white but no brown I'm finna bust a shell right now These niggas ain't really in the field Little Folks going in for the kill Late night trying to creep with the steel Shondale, how that hot shit feel? And I love when I'm off that pill Can't change boy I'm too real They say real niggas don't say they real Well fuck nigga I'm real And if he can't break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate It was me and bro, we was in the store And both of us got 50 cent cake A bitch can't tell me she late The condoms I use don't break We at the starting point of this race We gone win, nigga I can't wait Rondo'll count with your soul GDK fuck a Brick, get exposed In the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles Jakes snatch me up and you know I can't fold 600, free my nigga, D-Rose All these hoes kind of getting too old I ain't playing no lover games with them lover gangs Niggas get smoked Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad And if he holding on that work he get robbed TEC on my neck, I don't need no bodyguard These niggas be crazy These niggas don't tote These niggas think it's a joke Let me see an opp, I'm a blow See a lot of niggas say I changed Cause Rondo done made a little change I still claim the set I claimed And I ain't going, try to take my chain D-Block, free my nigga M-Thang Steve Drive, that's my campaign And I would never switch, that just don't exist Cuz, that's been on my name Yeah, I'm a shooter bitch Tay 600 up them rugers quick Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block I was trying to make it flip He was probably with his moms He was probably on the porch Since a youngin, bitch I been that nigga I was blowing the torch You know how I rock, nigga They know how I rock, nigga Cdai got 22 shots, nigga Add 8 more, that's a mop, nigga Niggas do all that talk My niggas don't come from that code Rock a opp, they could take that loss 600, bitch, Rondo the boss

You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongues And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be Have you found that your admiration will never set you free? Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day, now Aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else? It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Well, I bet you're sorry now You did this to yourself Well, I bet you're sorry now Well, aren't you sorry now? It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue

(Aye, is that F1?) (Told you my head's fried) (You heard it through the grapevine) Girl, you should know that I play for keeps Don't ever do me wrong and you can stay with me Been through some tough times Baby, I can't shed light, don't trust 'cause my ex lied Maybe I should take five And I've been through some tough times Told you my head's fried Heard about me, well, you heard it through the grapevine Baby, gotta take time Hold you like a Birkin bag on your waistline Come we just slow wine Girl, you make me feel a way, yuh Pretty brown skin coming from Jamaica You know I'm tryna get this paper One-woman man, girl, I ain't no player I wanna do you not fuck later Even though I got a lot on my plate, yeah Just come my way Ooh, baby, just come my way Baby girl, come my way, I really wanna grab your waistline Baby girl, you drive me crazy Fuck around and have my babies Girl, you know I always keep it one on a Ride around with me, be my one gunner No makeup and you'll still be a show stunner Girl, I wanna fuck you 'til the sun come up Girl, you should know that I play for keeps Don't ever do me wrong and you can stay with me Been through some tough times Baby, I can't shed light, don't trust 'cause my ex lied Maybe I should take five And I've been through some tough times Told you my head's fried Heard about me, well, you heard it through the grapevine Baby, gotta take time Hold you like a Birkin bag on your waistline Come we just slow wine Ain't seen bro in a while now (in a while) Back and forth trips from Thornton towards Highdown (too low) Telling me it's better in jail, it's alright now (it's alright) Said he looks better in scrubs like Lil Durk, Chi' Town (Lil Durk) Must be drunk off his head or high now (is he drunk?) When I say I meant it The sentence should have been suspended Steal them birds food like a spoonful of Lemsip If I die, can't be slow, I beg it end quick I'll be in heaven with my brothers, T and Demz at the entrance Didn't have a choice, can't lie, the shit chose me Hot in the jungle, night blue like Mowgli Auntie on me, shouldn't listen what they told me Shit hot, it kicked off Should've thought big, big, like Rick Ross (bigger) The big boss tried lip-lock (lip-lock) Fuck boy, got stung, now he's in clinic and his dick hot (haha) I went ulti', I thought I got ripped off (ripped off) 28 grams, can't believe that flip-flop (flip-flop) Now it's point five, point four-fours they're getting ripped off (ripped off) If you was in my shoes, you'd be pissed off (pissed off) Girl, you should know that I play for keeps Don't ever do me wrong and you can stay with me Been through some tough times Baby, I can't shed light, don't trust 'cause my ex lied Maybe I should take five And I've been through some tough times Told you my head's fried Heard about me, well, you heard it through the grapevine Baby, gotta take time Hold you like a Birkin bag on your waistline Come, we just slow wine (Told you my head's fried) (You heard it through the grapevine)

Is she for keeps? somebody tell Is she for keeps? somebody tell Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy) Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell) Is she for keeps? (oh yeah) Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell) Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah) Somebody tell me is she Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell) Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah) 'Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine) Like the way she take them pictures, it's the angle (flash) Like the way she keep her business all personal You know, you know, you know, you fit me You get me, you get me, you get me Drop off, your old boy, then get with me Heard it's slippery (splash), heard it's wet like seaweed (splash) Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs Nails and hair all long, shoppin' spree in Hong Kong Ass fat in her jeans, she don't like to wear thong She gon' make you sing this song Is she for keeps? Pour this drink for me Smoke this dope for me Drive around with me, ayy Just for keepsake (keepsake) She gon' lead the way (lead it) I might fall back and go count up a large bag Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy) Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell) Is she for keeps? (oh yeah) Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell) Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah) Somebody tell me is she Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell) Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah) Perfect, nobody's perfect My body's perfect, bitch I'm perfect Somebody lied, just watch me murk it I'ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate Got 'em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin Baby nervous, I make 'em nervous, I make 'em nervous When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted He say, "Damn baby, you bad," I say, "I commit murders" When the block starts to get hot he know I'll hide his burners I'm from keeps, I am for keeps, she can't compete He ain't stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets Ooh, they salty, I know they salty Please say the barbie, he say the barbie I'm the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with She a mad bitch if she ain't fuckin' with me, suck dick This piece flooded out cost about a buck six Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis? Rap bitches is on my nuts, call 'em Chip 'n' Dale These bitches can't see me, they should all be reading braille Pull off in that GT with some Seagram's Ginger Ale Tell that bitch I'm Oprah, she couldn't even be Gail I'm Nicki, when will these girls ever see You will never be Nicki, and that's the real key-key Ki-ki, ki-ki Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy) Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell) Is she for keeps? (oh yeah) Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell) Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah) Somebody tell me is she Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell) Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)