Sage Bishop Lyrics - Game Is To Be Sold

Sage Bishop - Game Is To Be Sold

Shining on the coupe I'm riding slow
H town in this bitch homie
What's happening flippp
Indacut ent mane
Boss mane bishop in this bitch
Sun light shining on the coupe i'm riding slow
Roll a pack of woods and now i'm mixing up a foe
Doing what I do no I don't care bout what i'm told
I could put you on some game but homie that is to be sold
Play the cards i'm dealt so good you probably think I'm counting them
I'm just thinking money way ahead of all my challengers
I could fuck your bitch and smoke your dope inside your acura
Hop inside the shower then I toss a cesar salad up
Focused on what's coming never dwell upon what ain't
Practice what i'm preaching it's the bishop not a saint
Trying to get a feature we can talk about the rate
Homie i need like 250 or an ounce of wedding cake
Roll it up and get so lifted hit the booth recording heat
I been out in california mahi tacos on the beach
Got a texas margarita just be putting me to sleep
I think i'm floating in the clouds but keep a 40 in my jeans
Spanish mamacita trying to satisfy the don
Think she probably love me i can't help but do her wrong
I be chasing money when she wake up I be gone
Catch me in the streets or in the booth no I ain't goin home
Sun light shining on the coupe i'm riding slow
Roll a pack of woods and now i'm mixing up a foe
Doin what I do no I don't care bout what i'm told
I could put you on some game but homie that is to be sold
Boss mane bishop Houston Texas that's my city
Circle getting tighter so you family if you with me
When I'm in the south east bitches showing titties
When I'm sliding thru the north side I push a hundred fifty
We just trying to level up my time is a commodity
Used to trap out granny's crib and she was damn near onto me
Xanax by the thousands so my 40 do lobotomy
I'm pushing anything that's in demand it do a lot for me
Pills will pay the bills psychedelics bought my breakfast
I got dinner off of codeine but the kush bought all my weapons
Students pay a little higher cutting deals to all the felons
After class I hit the street so what you need I'm probably selling
Solo when I'm sliding precinct 2 I'm ducking 12
25 to life inside my bag no show and tell
Focused on the money you want beef I cook you well
You ain't really from the streets If you ain't never took an l
You ain't from the streets
Silver fork ass motherfucker
Y'all pussy
Aye real talk man
You ain't been in them streets you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about you feel me
Aye some shit you just gotta go thru to understand you know what I'm sayin
Boss mane bishop
Indacut ent
H town whats happening

Written by:
Clayton Daigle

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