Game Ain't Based On Sympathy歌词

作词 : William Leonard Roberts II/Roosevelt Harrell III
作曲 : William Leonard Roberts II/Roosevelt Harrell III
Reminiscing on that uh

I remember they used to give us that free cheese
A big block of that ****

Yeah man I'm glad y'all ain't gotta get that cheese
Man I thank God my kids ain't gotta see that cheese

Yo you know what I'm saying

You gotta feed it to them raw feel me
Renovating the ghettoes moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn't see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana teachers couldn't care less
A young prince in Miami son of a pharaoh
This is deeper than raps I can't run from the echoes

And I hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs I still see the cream

Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I'm never quiet tell my ****** all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It's just murder or nothing
New positions to master I perfected the others
****** shoot for the magic never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets golden words that will mumble

This the biggest

Corner store was the stage I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another phantom in

Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I'm a genius put in the legwork

You step to my ****** suggest you stay alert
No I've never been lenient nor a man of mercy
I stick my **** in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first

A pretty chick she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
***** ***** want war til' it's bonjour
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour

Uh

Gang violence ongoing let's fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie's son he been murdered he didn't seem faded
Holding guns on the gram out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house

Older brother type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds

Never was a gangster I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win

I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also said I was a rapper Booby here it is

Real talk my ***** here it is