Silent Millionaires Clique - No Games

We ain’t playin no games
Shoot your shot but you never have aim
You heard I carve my bullet with your name
Hate the player but don’t hate the game
Tear drops I ain’t got no more
Shit stressing I need a Tylenol
Get a brick hit the capital
Fuck the game up I’m a animal
You could front
We leave your brains on the street
N**** watch your mouth practice
What you preach
We the gang you know diggy on the beat
Look on my eye tell me what you see
Don’t get your chain snatch
Dipped in the holy water
Game ain’t over beginning of the 4th quarter
Connect deport got the it across the border
Me and my n**** split it down to a quarter
Now we taking trips twice a month
Down to Florida
Survival of the fittest
My boy did 10 joints came back to a new era
Ain’t talking snap backs or a fitted
You could front if you want to
You could run but can’t hide
I roll with my guys yea that’s the 4-5
You could front if you want to
You could run but can’t hide
I roll with my guy yea that’s the 4-5
Don’t come outside if you ain’t ready to die
Got trust issues only fuck with my guys
I bake that pie and I put it to the side
For my n****
For my brothers and my sisters
We ain’t playin no games
Shoot your shot but you never have aim
You heard I carve my bullet with your name
Hate the player but don’t hate the game
Tear drops I ain’t got no more
Shit stressing I need a Tylenol
Get a brick hit the capital
Fuck the game up I’m a animal

Written by:
Joseph Moreira

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