Play for Keeps

We play for keeps
The whole hood know me
No new niggas, they aint on the block
Making guap trying feed the team
Got a motherfucking dot no circle
Big 30 hanging out, no curfew
One call, yeah Booka gone murk you
Sneak diss, man that's gone hurt you
Oh yeah, we taking shit
Steady running from the Jakes and shit
When we reach the top
We could stop doing this basic shit
Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas
I'll get crucified for my niggas
You'll never see a one on one, fuck boy
The whole squad gone get you
These niggas so phony though They'll act like your homie, though '
Til they see some bands, but it ain't your mans He just bail like Romeo And I'm still by the corner store Fuck all this rapping, bro Might think it's a concert And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho Now roll that dope shit On the block we smoking shit And niggas die cause the cops Come quicker than the motherfucking doctor, shit It's one thing I never did And that's love a bitch Cause I'm drilling shit I only love my clique My OG told me to slow down I see an opp then he get blowed down Take him down then smoke his whole pound Ah, they deep, huh?
Empty the round Get caught but I won't make a sound But it's dead cause I'm shooting out of town We sell green and white but no brown I'm finna bust a sale right now These niggas ain't really in the field Little Folks going in for the kill Late night trying to creep with the steel Shondale, how that hot shit feel?
And I love when I'm off that pill Can't change boy I'm too real They say real niggas don't say they real Well fuck nigga I'm real And if he can't break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate It was me and bro, we was in the store And both of us got 50 cent cake A bitch can't tell me she late The condoms I use don't break We at the starting point of this race We gone win, nigga I can't wait



Credits
Writer(s): Oluwadamilare Alao, Leonard Anderson, Clint Massey
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