Death Do Us Part
Yeah, this shit so crazy cause it's like
Like nigga done fell in love with the game for real
I mean shit we damn near married now been what like ten years
Nigga been getting it in everyday
All them losses made a nigga stronger made a nigga smarter
All them fake friends fake bitches made a nigga heart colder
Fucked a nigga trust up but that shit come with the game
Bussin down my first zip I was eight-teen
Back then you needed fifteen for a g
Four twenty out the zip plug got two fifty
Momma said I can't come home I ain't even tripping
Touched my first couple bands went and got a pistol
Three hundred just in case a nigga had a issue
Let my brother bust it with me I felt too official
My plug told me that he knew I'd be a drug dealer
Momma said instead of smoking I should serve niggas
My granny husband got paid just to murder niggas
My Uncle Larry pimping hoes million dollar nigga
But he ain't put the fam on they quit fucking with him
And they daddy pimping hoes with the cops on payroll
Selling drugs too I swear this shit is in my soul
Been betrayed by so many made my heart cold
And my daddy sold bricks but I heard he told
Money calling I be quick to desert niggas
Instead of letting shit slide I should've hurt niggas
I gotta make this last flip before the first nigga
Remember I ain't have a zip I was hurt nigga
And if twelve would mind they business I could shirt niggas
Niggas run off on the plug I was the first nigga
Bring them racks back cause I see the bigger picture
Running off you ain't gone never see a M nigga
And yo bitch wanna fuck me cause I'm him nigga
I just blew two bows on some denim nigga
Turn a nigga to a hustler I'll invent a nigga
I been holding in my anger I'll kill a nigga
Had my first shootout felt that adrenaline nigga
Gunpowder juice me up I love sinning my nigga
Fuck the prosecutor fuck a sentence my nigga
I just wanna get racks play some tennis my nigga
Imma put the plug first I'll kill for my nigga
Front some packs to my lil cousin trying to win with my nigga
Imma let you have my hoe if you can get her my nigga
I'll replace her with some bows get some scrilla my nigga
I done fell in love with the game
Shit will never be the same
I done got married to the game
Shit will never be the same
Til death do us part shit will never be the same
I swear the plug got my heart this shit will never be the same
Yeah, shit will never be the same
I swear the plug got my heart I fell in love with the game
Fuck these bitches getting money with my niggas
Man I swear it's fuck these bitches
I'm getting money with my niggas
Like nigga done fell in love with the game for real
I mean shit we damn near married now been what like ten years
Nigga been getting it in everyday
All them losses made a nigga stronger made a nigga smarter
All them fake friends fake bitches made a nigga heart colder
Fucked a nigga trust up but that shit come with the game
Bussin down my first zip I was eight-teen
Back then you needed fifteen for a g
Four twenty out the zip plug got two fifty
Momma said I can't come home I ain't even tripping
Touched my first couple bands went and got a pistol
Three hundred just in case a nigga had a issue
Let my brother bust it with me I felt too official
My plug told me that he knew I'd be a drug dealer
Momma said instead of smoking I should serve niggas
My granny husband got paid just to murder niggas
My Uncle Larry pimping hoes million dollar nigga
But he ain't put the fam on they quit fucking with him
And they daddy pimping hoes with the cops on payroll
Selling drugs too I swear this shit is in my soul
Been betrayed by so many made my heart cold
And my daddy sold bricks but I heard he told
Money calling I be quick to desert niggas
Instead of letting shit slide I should've hurt niggas
I gotta make this last flip before the first nigga
Remember I ain't have a zip I was hurt nigga
And if twelve would mind they business I could shirt niggas
Niggas run off on the plug I was the first nigga
Bring them racks back cause I see the bigger picture
Running off you ain't gone never see a M nigga
And yo bitch wanna fuck me cause I'm him nigga
I just blew two bows on some denim nigga
Turn a nigga to a hustler I'll invent a nigga
I been holding in my anger I'll kill a nigga
Had my first shootout felt that adrenaline nigga
Gunpowder juice me up I love sinning my nigga
Fuck the prosecutor fuck a sentence my nigga
I just wanna get racks play some tennis my nigga
Imma put the plug first I'll kill for my nigga
Front some packs to my lil cousin trying to win with my nigga
Imma let you have my hoe if you can get her my nigga
I'll replace her with some bows get some scrilla my nigga
I done fell in love with the game
Shit will never be the same
I done got married to the game
Shit will never be the same
Til death do us part shit will never be the same
I swear the plug got my heart this shit will never be the same
Yeah, shit will never be the same
I swear the plug got my heart I fell in love with the game
Fuck these bitches getting money with my niggas
Man I swear it's fuck these bitches
I'm getting money with my niggas
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Writer(s): Julius Masters
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