Fiction FBG Duck

Life’s a game and we really out here playing this shit
Fuck the fame I rather sit at home taking me a damn shit
What’s the range ? I shoot all my shots give a fuck about the range
Who’s to blame ? People dyin left and right who’s to blame ?
Tuck your chain , niggas thrifting for a come up you better tuck your chain
Switching lanes , use to ride the school bus now I switch lanes
Didn’t want nothing to do with us bc we quote was some lames
Just cause I don’t do the shit you do don’t make me lame
Niggas was chasing after candy I was at home counting cane
It’s Donald menard ima say it louder just in case you didn’t hear my name

It’s my turn to take the controller ain’t no controlling me
Niggas hiding under bridges plotting trolling me
Had some loundry Matt friends all they ever did was fold on me
All I was doing was hussleing I can’t believe you told on me

Life’s a game of odds , the evens don’t react
People see you doing good the the evil attck
Had to check my square a couple circles tried to attach
Niggas get to leaching on your spine better check your back

Life’s a game of levels (Yeah)
And I guess we’re the rebels. (Yeah)
Niggas out here digging they own grave
Who tf game them the shevel