[Chorus]
Yeah, I love the game, I put my heart in it
Learn to get it how we live, when we was small children
Grew up good kids, then we turned killers

[Verse]
Bro, don't take that plee, that make us all [?]
When you do shit, just tryna take care of small feelings
I know first hand the shit get ugly
Selling dope like we running [?] company
Same price through the week, but raised it up on Sunday
It don't matter what you do, just don't fuck up the money
Keep grinding, and one day you'll be shopping in London
Jumpping out of a [?]
With a watch worth a hundred
Bitch said she love you, turn around and fuck on your buddy
This shit cutthroat, sipping codeine, I'm up though
Two million [?] can't stop until I'm up four
Buying watches, and they say it's a recession, I don't give a fuck though
Gotta get it, ain't no way I'ma be sitting on my ass
Teacher broke, it ain't no way I'ma be sitting in class
It's the principles about it, made me get on your ass
Maybach [?] wheels, got it sitting on the grass
Kieth Sweat with that bag, I be making it last
Fresh as hell, pockets stuffed, sipping red out the glass
Broke n***as break me out, shit, might give me a rash
Bust on your bitch face, she like give me a rag
Better step it up
Younging, is you 'bout a check or what?
[?] these n***as, ain't no way they checking up
First class on [?] two shows, we jetted up
[?] bitch spend a night one time, she fell in love
Y'all lil n***as gotta do a lot of catching up
Say your chain worth a hundred, why the fuck you got it tucked?
I done [?] killers, I ain't ever get touched
I'm just a real n***a, I ain't never been tough
[Chorus]
Yeah, I love the game, I put my heart in it
Learn to get it how we live, when we was small children
Grew up good kids, then we turned killers
How the fuck our parents raised some good drug dealers?