[Lyric] Game Aint Based on Sympathy (Vino La Mano)

[Intro]
Yo!
(laughing)
Ayo
Look, Look

[Verse]
I'm from where they snitch, Not to get ah bunch of time
You take off on me? Know dat I come for mine
I'm on da phone wit my homie, and he venting bout his life
He ah millionaire, but his dad stuck on da pipe
I get hate in my city, Put da state on my back
No mo' hustling baby, We get paid to Rap!
This game ain't based on Sympathy
My 1st hunned-k changed my energy
Niggas love to hate, but Momma pray for me!
Da FN don't leave my side, dat bitch stay wit me
All these chains on my neck, But fuck slavery!
I gave em' my word, They know that I'm good
I'ma boss lil homie, I ain't gotta goto the hood
You got robbed after doing fuck-shit
Know dat's karma for you
For every "Jones" just know
That there's a "Tarver" for you
You try and shop somewhere else?
I make it harder for you
You ain't no boss, You let homies
Do the talking for you
Get on some street shit? You betta call ya lawyer
Hit da club
Hop out da whip, Valet gone park it for you
I spend da money
Cause when you die nothing leaving with you
I'm always be up 1, cause I ain't tryna be even wit you
I'm scary cause I rather get money, then beef with you?
Pistol whip you, open up ya face
And let you see da tissue?
I un'regret shit
Not even da scars, I ran from who?
Never not me, they lying hard
I'm da voice for deez Mexicans
The time is ours
Black on Black Rolls Royce, cause times was hard
[?] City like being on hill steps, Brand new KelTec
Compare yaself to me? you ain't there yet
Everything paid in cash, fuck what da bank saying
My actions make statements, and hit hard like Tank Davis
If its beef? fuck letting it die down
I'm with whatever they on, I think they know that by now
And if they don't? They know they can find out
For the summer?
Want my haters to see me, So I'ma ride wit da top down!
I'm Top-10, they barely popped in
They said "Ask about us!" and I did
No one knows about them, my nigga what!