Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Games, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Us, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Games |
Ah, you still standing on this motherfuckin corner? |
Shit ain’t you 30 years old, motherfucker? |
Ah, so when I pick up the microphone I know what I’m sayin |
Wasn’t long ago was facin the same situation |
Carpet got ripped from me pacin |
The rent’s a month late, ain’t shit on the way, I’m straight prayin |
Ends don’t meet unless you make 'em |
The people don’t eat unless you scrape and you see they ain’t playin |
Corner store credit is way thin |
The World got it’s way of weighin on your shoulders, it’s degradin |
It’s like we got frowns tattooed on our faces |
The school’s ain’t savin our new generation |
Stare at our kids, they need a paradigm shift |
The paradox is that parents aren’t shit |
Why you got cable? |
Your life is not stable |
Lights not paid for, Nikes on layaway though |
It’s like we wanna look good while we drownin |
Should grab a paddle and scrap our way out |
Life’s not a good when you livin it like this |
Leave your lane for a minute, you might flip |
It’s like chains on your neck with a tight grip |
Use your brain in this shit and you might live |
While you in the drug game, my hustle got another name |
You dyin, makin somebody rich, it’s the fuckin same |
So quick to call a square job, Brother lame |
Truth be told, you might wanna choose another lane |
Yeah I’m bussin 'til my bitch ass job |
You on the corner, pushin them bitch ass rocks |
And yes I’m gettin sweated by my bitch ass boss |
Your ass steady runnin from them bitch ass cops |
This shit don’t stop, the game ain’t new |
The pen’s full of dudes who thought the same shit too |
That TV is a blind fold, here to keep your eyes closed |
Sell your crack and it’s all dough and fly clothes |
Shit ain’t nothin like «The Sopranos» |
Real talk, you’re probably better off at McDonald’s |
Rappers all say they went from hustlin to rhymin |
But look, everybody say the other one’s a liar |
Man, fuck you Brother Ali |
You always runnin your mouth |
Just cause you got that rap shit cool |
Man we on these streets motherfucker |
Get out here and see how it is |
It don’t matter about me rappin, my ass is still scratchin |
Some day, I’m a be the «yo, remember back when?» |
While I’m hear I got to really make it happen |
Try to have emergency landing, instead of crashin |
Fuck sayin I’ve been here, brother I am here |
Might not live here this year but I still care |
Not talkin down to you, straight to you |
No player hater my dude, it’s plain true |
Gotta live like don’t nobody love you but you |
As long as your blood move, tragedy could touch you |
Struggle ain’t nothin new, cards ain’t gonna always land how you want |
'em too |
Fuck it though, thug it through |
Can’t give up, as much as you’d love to |
There’s certain shit as a man we must do |
You God damn right they made it like this |
But I ain’t tryin to wait for the day they might fix |