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