Lyrics Adjust to the Game - Larry June

Adjust to the Game

And it can get ugly, nigga
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye aye
Man
Check
Aye bring that bass in
Numbers
Man
Tell you how my day went
I’m creepin', it’s one of those nights
Stand on my toes, dodging advice
Money, money the motive
The game, this shit getting colder
You can have the trap, I’m tryna get on
Still got no love for a punk rock hoe
Movin', groovin', in my 5.0
It’s money in Chicago, we gots to go
I make songs for niggas that live that life
And that badass bitch that got yoga tonight
If you don’t like my shit, nigga turn this off
Either way nigga, I’ma make some bands tonight
I’m checking my rear view, I been in some corners
Making sure nobody on us
Niggas is hungry and they want your plate
And niggas dyin' erryday
So I’m out the way, I’m with my bitch
I been biking and shit, I be hiking and shit
I can’t lie, I think I like this bitch
If I was still ten toes, it’d be bad for you niggas
The streets, these streets don’t love you
These hoes, these hoes don’t love you
These niggas, these niggas don’t love you
But one thing I know, nigga get that money
The streets, these streets don’t love you
These hoes, these hoes don’t love you
These niggas, these niggas don’t love you
But one thing I know, nigga get that money
The game changed, so I did too
For that fame, no tellin' what she’ll do
He off them pills, no tellin' who he’ll shoot
On my way to Sac, gotta pick up this loot
They tryna make the booty club minimum wage
Damn, how these hoes gettin' paid?
Swipe up on the Gram, I walk the blade
Cat Daddy on a bitch, I’m quick to flake
Counting these G’s
Seven thousand for the paint, that ain’t shit to me
Selling ye-de-dee, the money was good
If I can go back in time, nigga I would
The roots is deep, I stock the glee
Stylin, profilin', keepin' it P
I’m by myself, I fuck with me
And plus it ain’t shit you can trust in the streets
The streets, these streets don’t love you
These hoes, these hoes don’t love you
These niggas, these niggas don’t love you
But one thing I know, nigga get that money
The streets, these streets don’t love you
These hoes, these hoes don’t love you
These niggas, these niggas don’t love you
But one thing I know, nigga get that money