[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
They try to cut me out and wish death on me
Couple bounds is bounds, niggas try to drop checks on me
That didn't clear, thought I wouldn't emerge
If this was a movie, half of you niggas were in the purge
Broad day, I done see niggas get put on the curb
I know old plugs that didn't sold good in the 'burbs
Come down you see I get love like Lord though
Rucker Park nights, must have robbed Ford autos
I loved the 911 until they came with the four door
I used to sell coke when the King was that Bordeaux
But just like Vegas you got to bet on yourself
I love checkers but I like chess better myself
Four moves ahead, sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this is more deeper than having a chain on my neck
It was more like having a meeting about cocaine with the connect
And they had two thousand birds but they just came with a check
Cuz there was a time when I sold coke on the side
And I watched all the friends that was closest to me die
So I felt like the game had completely broken my pride
So I brought bottles of champagne just to soak in the ride
And if you speak to me now I feel like I'm emotionally tied
And when they talk about The Dips they say that's a broken up pie
So what good is that if you can't sell it whole?
I got secrets in my body that I can't tell a soul
I still post up in my hood the left hand work the gold
My right hand on the dice and five grand on the Rolls
I ain't speak to the weatherman but there's a chance it could snow
I still run around in my pants since the kick
They try to cut me out and wish death on me
Couple bounds is bounds, niggas try to drop checks on me
That didn't clear, thought I wouldn't emerge
If this was a movie, half of you niggas were in the purge
Broad day, I done see niggas get put on the curb
I know old plugs that didn't sold good in the 'burbs
Come down you see I get love like Lord though
Rucker Park nights, must have robbed Ford autos
I loved the 911 until they came with the four door
I used to sell coke when the King was that Bordeaux
But just like Vegas you got to bet on yourself
I love checkers but I like chess better myself
Four moves ahead, sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this is more deeper than having a chain on my neck
It was more like having a meeting about cocaine with the connect
And they had two thousand birds but they just came with a check
Cuz there was a time when I sold coke on the side
And I watched all the friends that was closest to me die
So I felt like the game had completely broken my pride
So I brought bottles of champagne just to soak in the ride
And if you speak to me now I feel like I'm emotionally tied
And when they talk about The Dips they say that's a broken up pie
So what good is that if you can't sell it whole?
I got secrets in my body that I can't tell a soul
I still post up in my hood the left hand work the gold
My right hand on the dice and five grand on the Rolls
I ain't speak to the weatherman but there's a chance it could snow
I still run around in my pants since the kick
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