Deep Payroll Giovanni & Cardo

[Verse 1]
Still having nightmares that my phones tapped
And feds having search warrants where my home at
But stil day dreaming bout foreign cars
And houses with the marble and the mowed lawn
So I move like a don, too much to lose
Walk with me, take a step in a hustlers shoes
Where friends be enemies but play it cool
And crooks be cops, goddamn, who is who?
Can't afford to get confused so I stay away
Barely hanging out, most seen making plays
Coupe dipping through the traffic they know it's Pay
Getting trailed by the mob in them escalades
BLYUG that's the clique I claim
Never did cartwheels I was flipping caine
Saw a spot in the music so I switched my lane
Pay attention when I spit I be giving game nigga

[Hook]
Seem like the game chose me
Was supposed to get in and out, but I got too deep
Why would I punch a clock and live too cheap
When I could make a year's salary in two weeks
I got so deep in this shit
Barely sleepin' and shit
I got so deep in this shit
To the point I'm barely sleepin' and shit
Man I got so deep in this shit
A lotta nigga's I called friends
To the point we ain't speakin' and shit