Game Owe Me (D4L)

The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me Game owe me The game owe me About 4 o 5 years ago I made a promise 2 my momma that I would neva sell no mo dope And tha world so cold Where tha real die young And the hate grow old But they all die slow I wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes Bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro Faybo unleashed a roll at tha do Tha game old Speakin of tha game no smoke I always keep 44 They don’t know tha life I know From tha dro smoke New po’smoke Maybe no smoke Whether its my folks or ur folks Never go broke Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me With my mind and my heart and my soul Check out now mook-b Yall know me Grabbed tha mike since 93 Hatin ass niggas wouldn’t let me eat but I kept it real Stayed true to tha streets Stayed down turned up tha frown Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around Still in it till tha mothafuckin finish U can best believe im gonna get me a ticket The game owe me Speak money Paid dues to be a five star G Worked hard didn’t get shit free Made a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industry Suckas weren’t hearin or feelin me I aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E hey hey Hit me now Most of these boys like hangin round Smokin yay Plotin and planin Thieving my trays for all my manes Used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte After I-C-E bo-triple-x drop and heat all nite We made a pact when I was grindin U was broke man Im sellin weight and getting money in tha fat lane We can pop that gat we can pull that steel we can pull that 12 front gauge When u had blonde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made My track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at clay court 5 deep cant get no sleep and constantly mashin on tha hoes Its D4L mack a therma real feel pimpin Red snapper fillet mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin Limos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo Meter runnin it don’t matter Cuz in getting mo and mo The game been good to me The game still owe’n me In and out I said So much blood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good Game owe me I aint gotta lie Who says a man aint supposed to cry Lord aint gon put no more u cant stand Get on one knee and raise yo hand 2004 my mama got sick Start them bells all kinds of shit Wanna ride good wanna look good too Game owe me I don’t know about u Believe it [chorus out]