HeebzStreet - To The Game (feat. Arsonal Da Rebel)

Cheers to those out in the game
Say we should be doing right
But you know our lives just ain't the same
I'm out on that block boy
Hustle 'round the clock boy
Every day I stack it up I'm tryna see a lot boy
I charge a L to the game
You better stay in your lane
If you be scary do not get involved
I swear that this shit insane
My life feel like fucking hell
On my side ain't nothing swell
But I love my city violate it you'll be ducking shells
Charge it to the game
Real ones never say names
Rat muhfuckas so lame
Lil boy stay in your lane
Everybody here got huevos
These hoes never had halos
I been hustling all night long
Young muhfucka getting that queso, peso
My tongue sharper than four swords
I'm riding 'round in that northward
Seventh Avenue down to Weequahic
Up to Ivy Hill and Four Corners muhfucka
You can't ignore it muhfucka
You don't want war muhfucka
We got soldiers for it muhfucka
Float to Port of Newark muhfucka
Homie I'm flipping them packs
Jersey mother fucker I be tryna act like I don't know how to act
My pain sting
And that's the reason I sing
Everybody knows that I hustle but I'm fly
Five ain't clipping my wings
Had to buy the streets a diamond, so
Cheers to those out in the game
Say we should be doing right
But you know our lives just ain't the same
I'm out on that block boy
Hustle 'round the clock boy
Every day I stack it up I'm tryna see a lot boy
I charge a L to the game
You better stay in your lane
If you be scary do not get involved
I swear that this shit insane
My life feel like fucking hell
On my side ain't nothing swell
But I love my city violate it you'll be ducking shells
Charge it to the game
Charge it to the game
Niggas talking on my name
I just did a song with Chris Brown nigga
The way I'm charging ain't the same
Shout to those who never switched on me
With me walking in the rain
Now we rich crips with fanbases we can talk about the pain
I was on the block with a forty
Lil nigga tripping on a mission
Wrist whipping in the kitchen
But know that I keep that shit on me
We do not speak to the police
And most of my teachers was OG's
I reach for it you better duck
Don't think I'm the shooter well lets bet a buck
I touch that cougar that forty gon' bust
Your baby momma like me I bet I fuck
Lamborghini lane switching
Every night we on the same mission
These are VVS's mean the light gon' hit my chain different
You write threats I sign checks we write our names different
Look at my level of success meaning our fame different
Cheers to those out in the game
Say we should be doing right
But you know our lives just ain't the same
I'm out on that block boy
Hustle 'round the clock boy
Every day I stack it up I'm tryna see a lot boy
I charge a L to the game
You better stay in your lane
If you be scary do not get involved
I swear that this shit insane
My life feel like fucking hell
On my side ain't nothing swell
But I love my city violate it you'll be ducking shells
Charge it to the game

Written by:
Darell Jones, Robert Hebert

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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