Tommy Gibbs - The Game lyrics

(feat. Smoke (of Complexion))

[Tommy Gibbs]

Like the seasons change, we go thru things

It's thug love, there's no type of love without pain

Few who trust, cats that you know gon' bust

We was fine till the streets studio gon nuts

We hemned up, livin the hand delt

Hold port, trying not to get caught and pinned up

Live the same life, same drama, same trife

I be that same nigga, same trigga, same knife

We been thru it, shit, we used to it

Real shit, lot of my niggas, ain't lived thru it

Stare downs, throw downs and spent round

Bent, don't remember how it quite went down

You see, once upon a time I ain't had no kill

I was into deep, ain't have no fear

On the grind, remember that beef, that time

Remember that bitch, son, rember that nine

[Chorus x2: Smoke]

I said I came up in this game

Struggled just to maintain

And I'm glad I'm hear, whom should I fear

Here's what you said...

[Tommy Gibbs]

It's a flipside to every coin

Every nigga gotta choice to make, which path he take

It's a rough ride, cuz it's real on every side

Folks lose they lives, suggest you choose wise

Can a grew rigid nigga from public school

Caught beef, fucked bitches together, act a fool

As time goes on, he drift away

Can't move with a nigga, ain't goin your way

Now that's logic, middle of 'Merica, to the Projects

Birds of a feather always fly together

I'm trying to figure, how many more caps to peel

'Fore ya bitches realize it's real

Go ahead and laugh, I think you straight from ya past

You better find your road, 'fore they lock and load

Cuz you die, after shots explode

Just never dawned on you, how we never fuck with you

[Chorus x2]

Here's what you said...

[Tommy Gibbs]

I stay conscious of men, who scream eaze but bring it the end

We can take to the fist, fist lead to the semi

Spit real life shit, make ya life shit

Reminisce on this steel ya earth just strike with

Niggas that bust gats, niggas that car jack

Any nigga livin trying to change were he at

I can die in this game on the grind slingin crack

Or die in this game gettin paid spittin raps

Cuz you need muscle, shit a straight hustle

Niggas in the streets see you bling, they wanna touch you

Respect that? no nigga expect that

Ain't shit to you to cap, niggas wanna get at

So I thug it out, this game turn it out

Same shit I hate, same shit I love about

It's a real thin line between death and life

Ain't no rules in this game, ain't no wrongs and rights

[Chorus: to fade...]