Part Of The Game (feat. NLE Choppa & Rileyy Lanez)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
Make money, make-make, make money
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, Southside
Be with the best of 'em, gun shot at the rest of 'em (yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (haha, oh, oh)
Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break, you're dead
Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (nah)
Cop it, whip it (oh, oh), bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)
Money 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (ayy)
When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (yeah, yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
It's nothin' to play with (ayy)
It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (yeah, yeah)
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (oh, oh)
Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (yeah, yeah)
We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (yeah, yeah)
As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (yeah, yeah)
Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man, but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it, but he hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
I know heartbreaks, setbacks (hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game (brrt, brrt)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (hey)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (hey, hey)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (hey, hey)
Oh, oh
Welcome to the Southside
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
Make money, make-make, make money
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, Southside
Be with the best of 'em, gun shot at the rest of 'em (yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (haha, oh, oh)
Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break, you're dead
Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (nah)
Cop it, whip it (oh, oh), bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)
Money 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (ayy)
When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (yeah, yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
It's nothin' to play with (ayy)
It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (yeah, yeah)
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (oh, oh)
Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (yeah, yeah)
We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (yeah, yeah)
As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (yeah, yeah)
Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man, but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it, but he hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
I know heartbreaks, setbacks (hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game (brrt, brrt)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (hey)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (hey, hey)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (hey, hey)
Oh, oh
Welcome to the Southside
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Felder, Curtis Jackson, Kenneth Burke, Bryson Potts, Norma Wright
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