[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
(Think It's A Game?)
DIG, classic shit
They say patience is a virtue, but nothin' come to a sleeper but a motherfuckin' dream
When it's your turn, you gotta take it
'Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit, young nigga
Lucci, its your time
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I told my bitch to be patient watch me go get it
I swear I'm so in love with that money, I'm committed
OG told me stay down, stack that paper, I listened
OG told me stay down, stack that paper, you think I didn't?
R.I.P. grandma, look at your grandson
We only wanted a couple million, that's all
Had some kidnap these rappers for ransom, who want some? Bet I be that boy they ran from, they don't want none
Way before the deal, nigga, we been did margielas
I only fuck with my niggas, they will respect us
It's only room for my niggas, no need for extras
Just filled my house with more pistols, the more the better
Lord forgive us, but they ain't never want to give us not a thang
So we loaded them thangs, went and handled some thangs
Fell in love with drug money and chains
Make a wrong move, hammers will bang
My trigger finger itching
Baby moms going dumb, and plus my palms keep itching
Lord knows a nigga wrong, but may God be with me
Lord knows a nigga wrong, but may God be with me
(Think It's A Game?)
DIG, classic shit
They say patience is a virtue, but nothin' come to a sleeper but a motherfuckin' dream
When it's your turn, you gotta take it
'Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit, young nigga
Lucci, its your time
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I told my bitch to be patient watch me go get it
I swear I'm so in love with that money, I'm committed
OG told me stay down, stack that paper, I listened
OG told me stay down, stack that paper, you think I didn't?
R.I.P. grandma, look at your grandson
We only wanted a couple million, that's all
Had some kidnap these rappers for ransom, who want some? Bet I be that boy they ran from, they don't want none
Way before the deal, nigga, we been did margielas
I only fuck with my niggas, they will respect us
It's only room for my niggas, no need for extras
Just filled my house with more pistols, the more the better
Lord forgive us, but they ain't never want to give us not a thang
So we loaded them thangs, went and handled some thangs
Fell in love with drug money and chains
Make a wrong move, hammers will bang
My trigger finger itching
Baby moms going dumb, and plus my palms keep itching
Lord knows a nigga wrong, but may God be with me
Lord knows a nigga wrong, but may God be with me
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