Don Ron - Name of the Game

Take my time never fall off
Stack that bread till we all on
Make it all flip when I ball
Like a coin toss
Always fight till the end
Wether win, wether loss
Weathered wind, weathered storms
Through the rain
Through the pourin down
Through the rich and the poor
Through the people that snored
Thats up now
Bout time
Prolly too late
Bobby Boucher
Tell em put me in the game
Got ice in my veins
From the shots I take
No ice my shot
Want it neat and straight
Bartender close the tab
Come to my place
She's a hustler I like the way she think
But I still gotta watch what I say
Cause I came too far
To get set up by a broad today
Not me
I'm Not sorry luv
Gotta remind myself
This ain't the old days
I need a good queen
With a thick waste
That can operate my real estate
Want a real love in the realest way
Fuck a 9 to 5
I work grind to grind
I could teach you bae
But until then even after then
I'm just getting paid
On the phone
Talkin to my bank
Yea I need it all wired to the safe
Yea I need it all it just took a taste
Yea I need it all but I gotta wait
The second you rush it
That's when that shit fade away
Hustle the game, but patience the name
The second you rush it
That's when that shit fade away
Hustle the game, but patience the name
Take my time never fall off
Stack that bread till we all on
Make it all flip when I ball
Like a coin toss
Always fight till the end
Wether win, wether loss
Weathered wind, weathered storms
Through the rain
Through the pourin down
Through the rich and the poor
Through the people that snored
Thats up now
Bout time
Prolly too late
Bobby Boucher
Tell em put me in the game
Got ice in my veins
From the shots I take
No ice my shot
Want it neat and straight
Yea life ain't a race set your own pace
Just follow your heart
Then you can't go the wrong way
Ain't need a college
I'd rather make money the dumb way
That's what they call ya
Just gotta ignore em
And count up that cash
Trust the process keep goin
Put faith in the lord and keep walkin
I don't need to talk much
When I'm round dogs
If I need em they'll do all the barking
And more
We was mentally free
But financially poor
Cup was half full
Now it's overflowing flooding floors
Success is all in the mind
I manifested this before
I knew there was more
To come
I knew there was more to come
Don't pass that shit up
Take my time
The second you rush it
That's when that shit fade away
Hustle the game, but patience the name
The second you rush it
That's when that shit fade away
Hustle the game, but patience the name

Written by:
Ronald Schouest

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