[Intro]
Yo, I'm finna put this shit down for my mother fuckin rydas
Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip, Bullet
The game ain't go love ya'll

[Verse 1: Lil Shank]
I got two words, hella easy
A psychopathic ryda, and can't no motha fucka see me
Sideways all day everyday bitch
I'm into being rich into having hella shit
I got mouths to feed and weed to chief tonight
While I'm on prost hanging by the street light
Spent the whole day shining my Dees and blowing trees
While bitches like you were serving fries at mickeyD's
Bitch I'm little shank hoo I spit raps and clock helly bank roll
And I don't think you know who you fucking with
Me and my rydas 2k and we running shit
You know the lick east side and we don't stop
LV catch me smelling in a drop top
Yay yay did all for the love of the cheddar the money money
'Cause the game don't love no mother fucking body

[Chorus]
The game ain't got no love for nobody (It's all a paper chase)
(Every motherfucker in the world trying to elevate)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (Ain't that some bullshit?)
(Yeah that's some bullshit some mother fucking bullshit)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (It's all a paper chase)
(Every motherfucker in the world trying to elevate)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (Ain't that some bullshit?)
(Yeah that's some bullshit some mother fucking bullshit)
[Verse 2]
Million dollar bearer bonds Maserati
With the finest shit to sit on bitch you need to get on
And see how the roadie embezzle so many rocks
'Cause we set up shops on almost every other block
Its a shame so many try to poison the game
They living lame instead of wearing them platinum chains
You can name it I got it with the shoes to match
And if you beat up on your skrilla then you'll have the scratch
Show your mama that it do just grow on trees
And you got rob that bitch of every leaf whether it be
Fives or c-notes blowing in the wind right
Money made the man that you see trump tight
Don't talk about it, be about it
And we can see zeros and trip [?] 'til we all fall off
If you want it we can set it off
But you ain't even trying to trip off that shit I'm gigging on

[Chorus]
The game ain't got no love for nobody (It's all a paper chase)
(Every motherfucker in the world trying to elevate)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (Ain't that some bullshit?)
(Yeah that's some bullshit some mother fucking bullshit)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (It's all a paper chase)
(Every motherfucker in the world trying to elevate)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (Ain't that some bullshit?)
(Yeah that's some bullshit some mother fucking bullshit)
[Verse 3]
If it wasn't for all those times when you ain't have shit
Then you wouldn't know how to respect it
Its a dirty game and no mother fucking thing for free
And fuck you to uncle Sam for garnishing a n***a's salary
You can catch a slug ho
And got the nerve to wonder why they selling drugs though
And the poe poe love it cause they get to throw away the key
And snatch up another mother fucker out the grips of society
The game ain't got no heart, that's why its old folks dirty as fuck
Collecting bottles in a shopping cart
You tell me where that shit's fair
To compensate to give you powdered milk and welfare
So many ya'll beyond that and off the fucking track
They can't get their money right and get their life back
They need a chance to get back up on their feet
But they lost to the game now they one with the streets

[Chorus]
The game ain't got no love for nobody (It's all a paper chase)
(Every motherfucker in the world trying to elevate)
The game ain't got no love for nobody
The game ain't got no love for nobody (It's all a paper chase)
(Every motherfucker in the world trying to elevate)
The game ain't got no love for nobody (Ain't that some bullshit?)
(Yeah that's some bullshit some mother fucking bullshit)
[Outro]
Copyright, two triple O
Nine more to go
The Lil Shank project, bitch!