Cut Throat Game

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Golden teeth be glimmering and shining when you talking to me
Just hit my pager to wager, this player do it with ease
This game infectious, leading bitches to water, the shepherd
A couple thousand in seconds, this money makin' genetic
Reclining seats in my all-black Benz
I keep my feet on the soil and blow the smoke into the wind
No time to sleep when there's dollars to be made
A player keep it in motion 'til they dress me with displays
Seeing visions of darkness and thunder striking me down
My daughter hugging the casket, I get put under the ground
I'm seeing mama just crying, dressed in an all-black gown
But until that day come, I still be holding it down

[Chorus: Ramirez]
It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball
Gotta get the money, fuck the fame
It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball
Gotta get the money, fuck the fame

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
I got devils and demons whispering from my shoulders
Telling me to do wrong, but they don't know I'm a soldier
And I know I'm a sinner, been riding up with the worst kinds
Standing up in the trenches, 'cause Rami up in the front lines
Chevy be swervin', slithering like a serpent
Breaking these niggas necks and leaving all these bitches hurtin'
I be sipping this bourbon, always being observant
Keepin' my head up swiveled 'cause sucka niggas be lurkin'
It's a cold-blooded game
Bitches be tripping and digging ditches for a player, mane
Don't go insane
The streets will be calling but make sure that you keep your frame, mane

[Chorus: Ramirez]
It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball
Gotta get the money, fuck the fame
It's a cold-blooded, cut-throat game
No matter what day you fall, gotta get back up and fight the pain
Even when it starts to rain, a player always gon' ball
Gotta get the money, fuck the fame

[Outro: Rocci]
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