[Hook]
If you don't put your heart in it, you ain't going far in it
You can be a star in it, You can go run far from it
Life is a game and I take my own turn. Put the blunt and then the flame
Sit back and let it burn
[Verse One]
EMC. AGD. Rep it 'til the death of me
Bru Swain, any beat: the motherfing recipe
You motherfers can't mess with me. Tattoos on the chest of me
Rapping is what's best for me and Kulprit with the melody.
We on our rap s and we going one hundred
Smoking weed and drinking beers until we throwing up our stomachs
Agatewaydrug! Feel your future start to plummet
Our addiction is a motherfer, you ain't runnning from it
If you think it's coming easy, oh, s ain't about to change
I'll be out touring cities. you'll be in the couch cause you're counting change
They'll shout my name. You can't complain. Your girlfriend got my d on her brain
She loves everything bout my game and hates the fact that you're a lame
[Hook x2]
[Verse Two]
You aren't any different than anybody else
You work just the same and your s still smells
Matter fact it trails. your whole life is a fail
Keep acting the way you do, you'll find your ass stuck in jail
I'm tired of motherfers thinking that they're the best when
In reality they're worst than the rest
You should think a little more and brag a little less
Before I hit you so hard and put your head in your chest
You gotta keep in mind that you're fing with the best
You couldn't be hard. My team will put you to the test
Remember this is real life it ain't a game of chess
You gotta clean up your s when you go and make a mess
It ain't hard to do your s and do it right
Don't front like you're a gangster and go and live your life
If you're screaming f me you can fly a kite
Cause you're sounding like a dog but all bark and no bite
[Hook]
If you don't put your heart in it, you ain't going far in it
You can be a star in it, You can go run far from it
Life is a game and I take my own turn. Put the blunt and then the flame
Sit back and let it burn
[Verse One]
EMC. AGD. Rep it 'til the death of me
Bru Swain, any beat: the motherfing recipe
You motherfers can't mess with me. Tattoos on the chest of me
Rapping is what's best for me and Kulprit with the melody.
We on our rap s and we going one hundred
Smoking weed and drinking beers until we throwing up our stomachs
Agatewaydrug! Feel your future start to plummet
Our addiction is a motherfer, you ain't runnning from it
If you think it's coming easy, oh, s ain't about to change
I'll be out touring cities. you'll be in the couch cause you're counting change
They'll shout my name. You can't complain. Your girlfriend got my d on her brain
She loves everything bout my game and hates the fact that you're a lame
[Hook x2]
[Verse Two]
You aren't any different than anybody else
You work just the same and your s still smells
Matter fact it trails. your whole life is a fail
Keep acting the way you do, you'll find your ass stuck in jail
I'm tired of motherfers thinking that they're the best when
In reality they're worst than the rest
You should think a little more and brag a little less
Before I hit you so hard and put your head in your chest
You gotta keep in mind that you're fing with the best
You couldn't be hard. My team will put you to the test
Remember this is real life it ain't a game of chess
You gotta clean up your s when you go and make a mess
It ain't hard to do your s and do it right
Don't front like you're a gangster and go and live your life
If you're screaming f me you can fly a kite
Cause you're sounding like a dog but all bark and no bite
[Hook]
( Bru Swain )
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