Game don't wait (heavy. wait.)
Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind mother****er can't be late (hold up. wait.)
**** a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit)
No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates
Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate
Tell em' how you're married to the game
She ****in' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it
Keep it one hunnit, homies
Home is where the homies
Home is where the homies got your back
Get your backpack get
Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit
Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac
But the Glock ****ed back, lay another body flat
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
Hustlin' is a habit
So they say
This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way
Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation
From the streets you gettin' paid in
In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high
And she high while doin' it, so see why
Somebody who isn't from it might not understand how you body a body in other words
(How I could just kill a man)
And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin'
They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers
Police is beyond the scanners, these some obsequious bandits
And brandishin' flags of function
You **** a figure it's fashion that flash on a mother****er
You ****in' seeing the passion forgetting the hunger
This the jungle, time to get active and crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set
But set's up and no second guessing here in the street people sweating for the money
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
No time for wifey's babies or other collateral damage
Checking for snitches, they be the ones order tacos in Spanish
Always thinking that they blendin' in
But then sending them telegrams to the rollers; they bitches
Not meaning feminine, meaning – **** it ain't no explaining
Get the **** up and push bitch
All these ****ers gon' sleep all day
But if you suck up when one of you step up to these bucks
Knock if you lacing up them chucks no Taylor Gangin'
This shit is grimy and dirty, clothes stankin' while you slangin'
Get up out to the blacktop
Backpack for the crack rock
Take shot at the cops at a spot where they knock a neighborhood watch
Watch him
Learn the code if them eyes are closed
That means he sleeping on his feet and been out in the cold
And if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action and got back up on the toes
Study all of your fractions, get up on the honor roll
Roll the ********* then flip the hoodie up and get ghost
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice
This ain't play time, you're ****ing with my life
I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mill
I gotta get mine, I gotta get it
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:08.07]Game don't wait (heavy. wait.)
[00:10.47]Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind mother****er can't be late (hold up. wait.)
[00:15.12]**** a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit)
[00:18.51]No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates
[00:21.62]Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate
[00:24.00]Tell em' how you're married to the game
[00:25.28]She ****in' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it
[00:28.42]Keep it one hunnit, homies
[00:30.02]Home is where the homies
[00:31.09]Home is where the homies got your back
[00:33.10]Get your backpack get
[00:34.66]Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit
[00:36.49]Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac
[00:39.66]But the Glock ****ed back, lay another body flat
[00:41.27]Here when they turn on the street lights
[00:45.61]Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
[00:48.59]Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
[00:53.15]That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
[00:56.15]Hustlin' is a habit
[00:56.87]So they say
[00:57.60]This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way
[00:59.63]Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation
[01:03.58]From the streets you gettin' paid in
[01:04.50]In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high
[01:06.57]And she high while doin' it, so see why
[01:08.33]Somebody who isn't from it might not understand how you body a body in other words
[01:11.28](How I could just kill a man)
[01:12.12]And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin'
[01:14.47]They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers
[01:16.29]Police is beyond the scanners, these some obsequious bandits
[01:18.08]And brandishin' flags of function
[01:19.38]You **** a figure it's fashion that flash on a mother****er
[01:21.27]You ****in' seeing the passion forgetting the hunger
[01:23.04]This the jungle, time to get active and crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set
[01:26.01]But set's up and no second guessing here in the street people sweating for the money
[01:27.40]Here when they turn on the street lights
[01:35.57]Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
[01:38.85]Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
[01:42.72]That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
[01:47.13]No time for wifey's babies or other collateral damage
[01:50.18]Checking for snitches, they be the ones order tacos in Spanish
[01:52.50]Always thinking that they blendin' in
[01:54.45]But then sending them telegrams to the rollers; they bitches
[01:55.84]Not meaning feminine, meaning – **** it ain't no explaining
[01:57.67]Get the **** up and push bitch
[01:59.42]All these ****ers gon' sleep all day
[02:00.31]But if you suck up when one of you step up to these bucks
[02:01.41]Knock if you lacing up them chucks no Taylor Gangin'
[02:02.92]This shit is grimy and dirty, clothes stankin' while you slangin'
[02:04.68]Get up out to the blacktop
[02:06.78]Backpack for the crack rock
[02:07.35]Take shot at the cops at a spot where they knock a neighborhood watch
[02:08.16]Watch him
[02:09.59]Learn the code if them eyes are closed
[02:11.11]That means he sleeping on his feet and been out in the cold
[02:12.11]And if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action and got back up on the toes
[02:18.36]Study all of your fractions, get up on the honor roll
[02:22.73]Roll the ********* then flip the hoodie up and get ghost
[02:23.98]Here when they turn on the street lights
[02:27.11]Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
[02:30.47]Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
[02:34.67]And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice
[02:41.52]This ain't play time, you're ****ing with my life
[02:46.91]I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mill
[02:50.90]I gotta get mine, I gotta get it
[02:54.96]
Game don't wait (heavy. wait.)
Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind mother****er can't be late (hold up. wait.)
**** a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit)
No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates
Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate
Tell em' how you're married to the game
She ****in' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it
Keep it one hunnit, homies
Home is where the homies
Home is where the homies got your back
Get your backpack get
Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit
Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac
But the Glock ****ed back, lay another body flat
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
Hustlin' is a habit
So they say
This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way
Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation
From the streets you gettin' paid in
In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high
And she high while doin' it, so see why
Somebody who isn't from it might not understand how you body a body in other words
(How I could just kill a man)
And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin'
They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers
Police is beyond the scanners, these some obsequious bandits
And brandishin' flags of function
You **** a figure it's fashion that flash on a mother****er
You ****in' seeing the passion forgetting the hunger
This the jungle, time to get active and crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set
But set's up and no second guessing here in the street people sweating for the money
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
No time for wifey's babies or other collateral damage
Checking for snitches, they be the ones order tacos in Spanish
Always thinking that they blendin' in
But then sending them telegrams to the rollers; they bitches
Not meaning feminine, meaning – **** it ain't no explaining
Get the **** up and push bitch
All these ****ers gon' sleep all day
But if you suck up when one of you step up to these bucks
Knock if you lacing up them chucks no Taylor Gangin'
This shit is grimy and dirty, clothes stankin' while you slangin'
Get up out to the blacktop
Backpack for the crack rock
Take shot at the cops at a spot where they knock a neighborhood watch
Watch him
Learn the code if them eyes are closed
That means he sleeping on his feet and been out in the cold
And if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action and got back up on the toes
Study all of your fractions, get up on the honor roll
Roll the ********* then flip the hoodie up and get ghost
Here when they turn on the street lights
Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice
This ain't play time, you're ****ing with my life
I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mill
I gotta get mine, I gotta get it
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:08.07]Game don't wait (heavy. wait.)
[00:10.47]Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind mother****er can't be late (hold up. wait.)
[00:15.12]**** a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit)
[00:18.51]No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates
[00:21.62]Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate
[00:24.00]Tell em' how you're married to the game
[00:25.28]She ****in' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it
[00:28.42]Keep it one hunnit, homies
[00:30.02]Home is where the homies
[00:31.09]Home is where the homies got your back
[00:33.10]Get your backpack get
[00:34.66]Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit
[00:36.49]Slangin' crack beats cracks into Sacroiliac
[00:39.66]But the Glock ****ed back, lay another body flat
[00:41.27]Here when they turn on the street lights
[00:45.61]Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
[00:48.59]Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
[00:53.15]That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
[00:56.15]Hustlin' is a habit
[00:56.87]So they say
[00:57.60]This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way
[00:59.63]Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation
[01:03.58]From the streets you gettin' paid in
[01:04.50]In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high
[01:06.57]And she high while doin' it, so see why
[01:08.33]Somebody who isn't from it might not understand how you body a body in other words
[01:11.28](How I could just kill a man)
[01:12.12]And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin'
[01:14.47]They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers
[01:16.29]Police is beyond the scanners, these some obsequious bandits
[01:18.08]And brandishin' flags of function
[01:19.38]You **** a figure it's fashion that flash on a mother****er
[01:21.27]You ****in' seeing the passion forgetting the hunger
[01:23.04]This the jungle, time to get active and crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set
[01:26.01]But set's up and no second guessing here in the street people sweating for the money
[01:27.40]Here when they turn on the street lights
[01:35.57]Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
[01:38.85]Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
[01:42.72]That's how I get mine, that's how I get it
[01:47.13]No time for wifey's babies or other collateral damage
[01:50.18]Checking for snitches, they be the ones order tacos in Spanish
[01:52.50]Always thinking that they blendin' in
[01:54.45]But then sending them telegrams to the rollers; they bitches
[01:55.84]Not meaning feminine, meaning – **** it ain't no explaining
[01:57.67]Get the **** up and push bitch
[01:59.42]All these ****ers gon' sleep all day
[02:00.31]But if you suck up when one of you step up to these bucks
[02:01.41]Knock if you lacing up them chucks no Taylor Gangin'
[02:02.92]This shit is grimy and dirty, clothes stankin' while you slangin'
[02:04.68]Get up out to the blacktop
[02:06.78]Backpack for the crack rock
[02:07.35]Take shot at the cops at a spot where they knock a neighborhood watch
[02:08.16]Watch him
[02:09.59]Learn the code if them eyes are closed
[02:11.11]That means he sleeping on his feet and been out in the cold
[02:12.11]And if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action and got back up on the toes
[02:18.36]Study all of your fractions, get up on the honor roll
[02:22.73]Roll the ********* then flip the hoodie up and get ghost
[02:23.98]Here when they turn on the street lights
[02:27.11]Hustle till they cut 'em off, that's the street life
[02:30.47]Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale
[02:34.67]And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice
[02:41.52]This ain't play time, you're ****ing with my life
[02:46.91]I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mill
[02:50.90]I gotta get mine, I gotta get it
[02:54.96]