Ginger Trill - Free Game

Was a winner before the trophies
Swerving in my lane
You pay a toll fee
Same O.G
Just a little bit low key
Go O.T
Reason you ain't been getting
No sleep
Fuck the gate keeps
Streets know
Who got the gold keys
Life is a bitch
Made her go down
On both knees
Pimping ain't easy
I just make it look so sweet
Some wanna ball
Others just want the floor seats
A wise man said
Get ya money straight
No crease
Married to the game
And I'm never ever gonna cheat
Lil homey prolly do it
For a set of gold teeth
Raised by the wolves
In the jungle like Mowgli
Nah bro peep
Everybody ain't ya homey
Real from afar
But up close
Niggaz phoney
War going on outside
In these cold streets
Tuck ya heat close
Do ya dirt by ya lonely

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Eight summers
I been dummin' off
All this weight
I been running off
Nigga at the plate
I was going hard
Knock it out the park
Now it's off the charts
Call it art
Cause it's off the wall
See at the top
We got it off the floor
If it's not enough
They got to offer more
It was never luck
We had to go for ours
Snakes in the grass
So we mow the lawn
Say you got my back
But you know you wrong
I was doing bad
You wasn't on the phone
Had to get it back
We had to to settle score
We was kicking raps
At the corner-store
Been around the world
Seen it all before
Niggaz turn to rats over parmesan
Niggaz turned they back
So we going hard

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Written by:
Tshegofatso Seroalo

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