In the Game (feat. 42 Dugg & Roleygang Blue) - Babyface Ray, Blxst & Nija

Ton' (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) Yeah Yeah Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand Aftermarket extendo, I pray it don't jam They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then First couple of shows, the FN was my hype man (fire) Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan (plan) The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand A hoe'll fuck yo' homeboy outta spite, man We had so much lean in store run out of Sprite, and Y'all don't get it (get it), A on my fitted (fitted) Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' (livin') Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin' (whippin') All these turkeys bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving Don't make me pull out a million cash, I ain't trippin' Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin' Let me see you shake it, one cheek at a time Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body different Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons Still remember Chief, he was three doors down I mean how? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now The reason why that bag in town, I got bricks No topside, everybody won't fit Forever outside, they won't let a nigga in Nigga, all my bitches gotta Benz, nigga If I can't fuck, don't text me You ain't gotta like but respect it That FN still my weapon Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch 4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons

United States of America, nigga Land of the free Nigga what you'd do for your country? You know what I'd do for mine? Everything but go to war, nigga Yeah, I'm into it with niggas right around the corner from me I ain't gotta go out the motherf-cking country to shoot them choppers nigga Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute Colombians and Mexicans, I'm tryna re-up Stop the beat let's get something understood, I stay G'd up Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up My young niggas rep Blood Gang, my OG's rep Hoover All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up Little bad b!tch got no aim, she must work at Hooters Remember being in New York when the towers blew up Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts Rims'll make you throw up, something to make you blow up Niggas getting little money, when you gon' grow up? Louis from the toe up, street nigga, so what? Louis XIII and I just tell them b!tches poor up Work Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla Pounds of magic green and thirty bricks inside a Honda He don't speak any English, all he know is numbers That's my mans he plug me he gon' get me through the summer He don't know my name, him there just a runner He pick it up and drop it off then he gets him yonder Land of the free, run up if you wanna Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer Red, white, and blue, I'm no politician But I live in a white house so I feel presidential I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America In God we trust, in one we stand, I'll always be a hustler Work Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Colombians, Mexicans Even got some work from the Dominicans American, land of the free National anthem shit My country tis of thee Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Crip and Blood shit Nigga I salute Red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Cocaine shit Nigga I salute

Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da I got 36 ounces Fish Scale uncut Newspaper on the floor I break it down bag it up Hit the hood sew it up Hit the kitchen blow it up 18 wheelers full of bricks Feds Say they know what's up I'm a keep it swingin Till the day they come and lock me up Basically I don't give a fuck Go ahead try your luck Prices kinda high So you get past it you get muscled up City kinda dry so this the time for you to hustle up Baking soda beaken cup stretch it out whip it up 2 to 4, 4 to 8 I can make it double up Glock 40 hush em up If a nigga rushin up Ak-47 banana clip bitch I'll torch em up I've been standing in the kitchen Over the stove just water whippin mixin Soda with the yola bet I can show you how 2 get some Overs da da da da da da daa da da da da da da da da daa I'm a dope boy painted yam 125 Gram for twenty seven fifty all day Nigga here I am Wanna get the whole quarter I'll charge you a nickel flat Let you roll the whole half you gotta bring a nickel back Gotti came a long way for selling nigga nickel sacks Homie track ridge crest 15 dollar powder bags You a loyal soldier then I mite front you the whole thing First I need to know where your mama stay and what's your whole name Niggas catchin cases coppin pleas givin long names Fuckin up the whole thing yeh it's a cold game Niggas scared to shop in norf memphis cause they mite get robbed Front a nigga from da norf shit he gone pay tomorrow I've been standing in the kitchen Over the stove just water whippin mixin Soda with the yola bet I can show you how 2 get some Overs da da da da da da daa da da da da da da da da daa