Rastaman them after respect me
You got money
But you a rat
How I'ma respect that
So sick of these, fake niggas
Shakin they ass
Knowin god damn well
They don't spray it, then blast

They the type to go to jail
Be mistaken for fags
They the type to point
At a nigga face in the glass
So look how I felt
We could meet up and leave
Mother fuck 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 tellin me
The game ain't nothin

Some would never crack a frown or complain when the money come
Never backin down
I'm insane, I ain't never run
Do em like tags on shirts
And rip em off
I ain't feelin em
They keep flenchin
Kill em off
What the business is

You niggas ain't real at all
Grab em by the collar
A few dollars will get em lost
I'm in the roots
Where the niggas die
Shots fired
You know this nigga
Kevin Gates, rottweiler

Same shit
Money doin a bid
Reezy doin a bid
Mail doin a bid
B doin a bid
Seven doin a bid
Last night
Bitch ass niggas, shootin at wig

That's the life that we live
And it's all there
They say the game ain't shit
But it's all fair

Fuck this fuckin war
All this beef over a couple of fuckin 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 goin back
I mean shit
It's what war is, ya know
And once ya in it
Ya in it
If it's a lie, then we fight on that lie
But we got to fight