Tru To Da Game

[Intro]
Yeah, more brothers on the struggle
From the 9, out to the [?], yeah
Only thing that a man got is balls in this motherfuckin' world
So uh, make this stupid fashions right quick

[Verse 1]
I make my livin' up off these streets
Watchin' my front, watchin' my back, takin' it slow
'Cause everytime that I stroll, killers be bold, gotta cover my tracks
True to the game, when I'm doing my thang
Never leavin' no gas when you makin' this change
It could be [?], it could be [?]
You're lookin' for luck, when the gun go bang
Feelin' no shame about these busters
Speak out my name, you can [?] just quit that
[?] just won't let it be, everytime I turn around, put him in the ground
'Cause that's the way that it be sometime
When you stuck in the street grind, gotta use your mind
Money and time, doin' the crimes, anyway finna' get what's mine
Put it all into overload, and let the game be so, by the way it's told
Set aside your board, you gotta have some pool
Why you always talkin' all hard in the killer mode
Wanna stand the ground, when it's going down
It ain't hard for the tell about it
Who did what? Who say what?, niggas better be about it

[Chorus]
I'm from the land of them pimps, shoot you money makers
[?], split the cane, don't player hate us
We're in the south, rollin' big, smokin' out in the ride
This time we do it, gonna fire, pimp nation-wide
I'm from the land of them pimps, shoot you money makers
[?], split the cane, don't player hate us
We're in the south, rollin' big, smokin' out in the ride
This time we do it, gonna fire, pimp nation-wide

[Verse 2]
Talkin' all these guns and how these niggas player hate your spot
But you said that you was real, how in the hell
You let somethin' like that, get you hot
When it's part of the games the people play, but it ain't no need for the spray check
When the men say, that he's down to lay, any buster with the wave of an AK
If it's real talk, then it's real walk, for the ones better watch their step
Tryna get it real, when you talk a lip, pull your man, took his ass in the ground
Momma told you, count your blessings, learned your lessons, when you fasted
Write about these things in life that we gonna do, make a true confession

[Pre-Chorus]
I make my livin' up off these streets
Watchin' my front, watchin' my back, takin' it slow
'Cause everytime that I stroll, gotta cover my tracks
True to the game, when I'm doing my thang, never leavin' no gas when you makin' this change
It could be [?], it could be [?]
You're lookin' for luck, when the gun go bang

[Chorus]
I'm from the land of them pimps, shoot you money makers
[?], split the cane, don't player hate us
We're in the south, rollin' big, smokin' out in the ride
This time we do it, gonna fire, pimp nation-wide

[Verse 3]
I'm just another victim, but I never let it hold me down
Do what I gotta do, until you niggas see me in the ground
Six feet deep, rest in peace, I'm always about my hustle seat
Busters need to wash their things, they said about this player, G
[?] learned, for your concerns, bullets burned, bodies turned
Swimming underground just like a worm
Never no witness, it's gon' be your turn
This is what, niggas think about you when you ridin' clean
Livin' good, jealous got 'em trapped, niggas can't have a damn thing
Project life, all I got, workin' these streets ain't easy, black
Spit the facts, I ain't the reason why my people on that crack
Hit the cheese, testin' these, you don't work, then you don't need
Killin' me slow with genocide, tryna keep the ground up under my feet

[Chorus]
I'm from the land of them pimps, shoot you money makers
[?], split the cane, don't player hate us
We're in the south, rollin' big, smokin' out in the ride
This time we do it, gonna fire, pimp nation-wide
I'm from the land of them pimps, shoot you money makers
[?], split the cane, don't player hate us
We're in the south, rollin' big, smokin' out in the ride
This time we do it, gonna fire, pimp nation-wide

[Outro]
Yeah, wide
Only the strongest five in the ghettos
When niggas get rich, you don't change motherfucker
'Cause ain't no love back home, no love
True that