Playin' Both Sides
It takes patience to win
Took a loss then
I'll make it again
I can see it on their faces
They hating again
Dirty money out the dryer
I'm just making it rinse
Got robbed for his jewels
What a chain of events
Where your opps at
I'm taking offense
Where your block at
Everybody drilling on songs
Now where your chop at
Recording all on the live
We are not that
Clean sweep
Sticks and brooms
Then put the mops back
Dirty
Kingpin and so
The weight selling
Tan with the Blondie too
That's Faith Evans
Time in the box
I seen it break felons
My gunna's in court
But trust they ain't telling
All day repping
I'm not for the mentions
Opps in the trenches
Shots hit appendix
Need doctors forensics
The gang gon slide
All my day ones stepping
Ain't no playing both sides
Made it through the rain
And too many cold nights
It's a beautiful thing
When a flip go right
He ain't reaching
For the blick
He just want to go live
Doing too much
For the gram
That's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Nah nigga nah
You either this or that
Can't be playing both sides
Off the curb
Your bird powder her beak
No more
Twenty three and one
And three showers
A week
God willing
Psalm spilling
The trap Bob Dillon
Y'all gossip
I'm plotting on something
With high ceilings
My soul's Ebenezer
Blood been in the freezer
Crack the corner of the joint
See disco fever
Glistening like Keisha
Christ risen on Easter
Light up his legs
Turn his jeans
To Evisu
Please leave the booth
You light
Miso soup
Bleed ya troops
Till you abide
Release the loot
I teach the youth movement
Keep them out
Of a sentence
Money is the motive
My young
Never attention
A killer in your comments
But blood was never shed
You ain't never paint a wall
Over something that was said
Animals appear loving
When all of them
Are fed
And two niggas
Can keep a secret
When one of them are dead
Made it through the rain
And too many cold nights
It's a beautiful thing
When a flip go right
He ain't reaching
For the blick
He just wanna go live
Doing too much
For the gram
That's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Nah nigga nah
You either this or that
Can't be playing both sides
Took a loss then
I'll make it again
I can see it on their faces
They hating again
Dirty money out the dryer
I'm just making it rinse
Got robbed for his jewels
What a chain of events
Where your opps at
I'm taking offense
Where your block at
Everybody drilling on songs
Now where your chop at
Recording all on the live
We are not that
Clean sweep
Sticks and brooms
Then put the mops back
Dirty
Kingpin and so
The weight selling
Tan with the Blondie too
That's Faith Evans
Time in the box
I seen it break felons
My gunna's in court
But trust they ain't telling
All day repping
I'm not for the mentions
Opps in the trenches
Shots hit appendix
Need doctors forensics
The gang gon slide
All my day ones stepping
Ain't no playing both sides
Made it through the rain
And too many cold nights
It's a beautiful thing
When a flip go right
He ain't reaching
For the blick
He just want to go live
Doing too much
For the gram
That's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Nah nigga nah
You either this or that
Can't be playing both sides
Off the curb
Your bird powder her beak
No more
Twenty three and one
And three showers
A week
God willing
Psalm spilling
The trap Bob Dillon
Y'all gossip
I'm plotting on something
With high ceilings
My soul's Ebenezer
Blood been in the freezer
Crack the corner of the joint
See disco fever
Glistening like Keisha
Christ risen on Easter
Light up his legs
Turn his jeans
To Evisu
Please leave the booth
You light
Miso soup
Bleed ya troops
Till you abide
Release the loot
I teach the youth movement
Keep them out
Of a sentence
Money is the motive
My young
Never attention
A killer in your comments
But blood was never shed
You ain't never paint a wall
Over something that was said
Animals appear loving
When all of them
Are fed
And two niggas
Can keep a secret
When one of them are dead
Made it through the rain
And too many cold nights
It's a beautiful thing
When a flip go right
He ain't reaching
For the blick
He just wanna go live
Doing too much
For the gram
That's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Yeah that's the shit
We don't like
Nah nigga nah
You either this or that
Can't be playing both sides
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Writer(s): Ernesto Cortes
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