K9 Phill - Dirty Game

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
The streets a dirty game
Yeah
My mind be playing games
These hoes be playing game
So i keep my feelings separate
i just beat it out the frame
Moma told me to be wise
Always stay up in yo lane
Ya gotta watch ya back son
These streets a dirty game
Seen some niggas lose it all
All they got left is the name
My mind so full of pain
I swear the streets a dirty game
Will i die will i survive im tryna make it thru the day
I know i gotta change mane
These streets a dirty game
These streets a dirty game
Streets dirty, money dirty riding round wit dirty glocks
With the stick so thats 30 shots gotta watch for the opps
Middle finger if you 12 dirty cops
When i was broke down on my ass had to hand wash my socks
Had to hand wash my clothes just so i could strike a pose
Shot my shot at all the bitches
All them hoes would tell me no
Said i was cute but i just didnt have that glow
I ran that sack up now they just wanna suck my soul
Thats a dirty game
My cup dirty thats that Wock a flame
When im done you gotta go bitch thats the walk of shame
When i was dead broke use to hop a train
Boy time has changed but its still a dirty game
My mind be playing games
These hoes be playing game
So i keep my feelings separate
i just beat it out the frame
Moma told me to be wise
Always stay up in yo lane
Ya gotta watch ya back son
These streets a dirty game
Seen some niggas lose it all
All they got left is the name
My mind so full of pain
I swear the streets a dirty game
Will i die will i survive im tryna make it thru the day
I know i gotta change mane
These streets a dirty game
These streets a dirty game
Thats dat good gas
K9
Dirty game
I was showing way to much love
I had to stiffen up
When you put yourself first thats when they all start switching up
When shit didnt happen overnight my team start giving up
I started feeling like Noah
Fuck it i'll build my boat up
Now the money raining in my nigga dont try and show up
Leave me hanging like you doing now
My uncle died wish he could see me now
Pockets fat mouth VV'd
Came a long way from slanging mixtapes of my Cd's
Passing out flyers telling shorty's to come see me
Dreams of lamborghinis with bad bitches in bikinis
But then i got booked everybody turned to Houdini
But i stuck to my principles like i was Mr. Feeny
You know stuck to the code put everything on hold
Now im back for whats mines
I need everything owed
Couldnt afford no lawyer everything got sold
Everything but my soul i was stuck in the cold fr
Out of sight and out of mfn mind
Always feeling like i be out of fucking time
How the fuck is you gone down talk a nigga trying
Like we ain't on the same grind
Boy we both tryna shine get money and get up out of here
I done shed a lot of tears
Victim of circumstance lets get that shit clear
Glorified the same streets that robbed me of all my peers
Robbed me up out my years
They say lifes a gift these scars my souvenirs
What dont kill you make you stronger than a shot of Belvedere
They threw dirt on my name i came out without a smear
Some even cheered
Now thats how you persevere in this dirty game

Written by:
Phillip Hickman

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