[Lyric] Game On (ABG Neal)

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[Verse:]
We had to come from the dirt, feel like a mud baby
Yeah yeah yeah, we paid, feel like i'm thug and baby
Take it, I flip it, I stash it, I get it, I count it, I keep it
Baby girl grab the dick, she couldn't keep it a secret
Serving fiends out my momma crib, not that they really need it
Streets saying that the bro ratted, no, I couldn't believe it
Couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe it
Talking bout that there's paper work, know that I never seen it
Hennessy tears, I drown in it, drink the pain away
Opps probably tryna score a point, probably fade away
Got it on me and I made a way
Ill probably get paid today
I gotta stay out the hood
I had to stay away
Everybody probably gonna fold, gotta stay ten toes down
Know I gotta keep that rubber I be dicking these hoes down
Know I gotta keep that fire just in case that it goes down
Bro hit a lick on the plug what comes round what goes round
Yeah I bet that he knows now
Played that field lotta opps might shoot cause its game on
Feel like I might just die today gotta hang on
Ima ball out with my warriors like im draymond
If I go to jail right now give the bread to my baby moms
Played that field lotta opps might shoot cause its game on
Feel like I might just die today, gotta hang on
Ima ball out with my warriors like im draymond
If I go to jail right now give the bread to my baby moms