Rich Fingerss - Free Game

(Numbing the pain
Bread and they don't they don't know how to act)
(Yeah yeah)
These niggas get some bread and they don't they don't know how to act
Thats facts, they don't know how to act
I said these niggas signing deals and they don't know how to rap
(Hold up) They don't know how to rap
I seen a nigga bust a bag and he ain't know how to trap (Get out the way nigga)
Yeah I ball for no reason like every season poppin' like grease and Piggy be freezin' Riah be freezin'
Look at my seats now, they bleedin'
'Cause I blew out the insides, I never switch sides
I bust a seal but I ain't droppin' no four and I was poppin' way back in 04
And before, lame niggas head to the back of the bus
I left my scale at the trap I was rushin' sippin' on tussin
Break down some bud and I fill up a Russian
Look like it flood when I put on this jacket
Put her on ice for the way that she's actin'
Hit the gas, gone, wala, magic
I got way bigger than these hoes imagined
And they took off when I needed them bad
I thank the Lord when they needed me back
I popped a perc when I fiend it bad
My heart with Key and she seeing my back
She keep a strap in a Fendi Bag
I gave her a vibe and she sent it back (Something I could'nt get nowhere else)
I needed that
These niggas get some bread and they don't they don't know how to act
Thats facts, they don't know how to act
I said these niggas signing deals and they don't know how to rap
(Hold up) They don't know how to rap
I seen a nigga bust a bag and he ain't know how to trap (Get out the way nigga)
Yeah I ball for no reason like every season poppin' like grease and Piggy be freezin' Riah be freezin'
Godson heaven sent I speak like the reverend (Yeah)
I give these niggas free game I should be sellin' it (Yeah Yeah)
That chip on my shoulder a boulder and I got some folks out on Bouldercrest
I lost a lot of fake friends I learned that when I got older
I put that SS on buttons your car cost as much as my motor
I gotta take care of my fam so I just keep me a 40
(Skit chatter)
I seen a nigga bust a bag and he ain't know how to trap
Pure

Written by:
Trorye Jones

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