[Verse 1]
Yo
Reflection in my environment
Where you gotta grind just to survive inside a lion's den
All about your hustle, get your own, you can't rely on friends
Only trust the hands you hold the iron in
24/7 I'm out for grands, that's the plans, you know my intent
To rise higher, turn what I invent to a monument
You've been warned: I'm on some shit
Bombin' on you nondescript fuck niggas thinkin' you iller
I'm Magic Johnson sick
Polo parka, your baby mama will slob the dick
'Cause the way I carry on is slick
I spit street corner consciousness, gettin' coins off the sniff
Correspondin' with cons, keep copper in the cartridges
Fuck a cop car, my narcotics still movin' on the strip
Told myself a 9-to-5 job wasn't it
Consequences for workin' that road, you better hold this shit
I've been told, "slow your roll and go legit"
Illegal life grabbed my mind, it took a hold of it
Am I naive and stupid for thinking I could control this shit?
While I no matter, my bros that's in the hole's sick
Uncle Sam, you can blow the grip
[Hook]
Goin' hard for everything because I need that shit
Drop a package, get it off, and then repeat that shit
Go from a worker to a boss, I need to eat, that's it
Know everyone that take a loss, it's how you keep that shit
Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me
Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me
Yo
Reflection in my environment
Where you gotta grind just to survive inside a lion's den
All about your hustle, get your own, you can't rely on friends
Only trust the hands you hold the iron in
24/7 I'm out for grands, that's the plans, you know my intent
To rise higher, turn what I invent to a monument
You've been warned: I'm on some shit
Bombin' on you nondescript fuck niggas thinkin' you iller
I'm Magic Johnson sick
Polo parka, your baby mama will slob the dick
'Cause the way I carry on is slick
I spit street corner consciousness, gettin' coins off the sniff
Correspondin' with cons, keep copper in the cartridges
Fuck a cop car, my narcotics still movin' on the strip
Told myself a 9-to-5 job wasn't it
Consequences for workin' that road, you better hold this shit
I've been told, "slow your roll and go legit"
Illegal life grabbed my mind, it took a hold of it
Am I naive and stupid for thinking I could control this shit?
While I no matter, my bros that's in the hole's sick
Uncle Sam, you can blow the grip
[Hook]
Goin' hard for everything because I need that shit
Drop a package, get it off, and then repeat that shit
Go from a worker to a boss, I need to eat, that's it
Know everyone that take a loss, it's how you keep that shit
Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me
Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me
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