Can’t Figure It Out The Game (Ft. Black Friday, Floetry, The Game, John Moss BBQ & Kleva Da Terrible)

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Can't Figure It Out - The Game ft. Black Wall Street

Lord forgive me for killin outta control
Got the spirit of big will pourin outta my soul
Gangbangin or put a tag on your toes
If you down for a drive by nigga we gottta role
I know they hate me 'cause im out chasin dough
But id rather be doin that
Then dying behind these hoes
Tell hunned I need sumtin to hold
Bust a couple of shots in memory of my nigga foe
You at home nigga
I swear to god ima empty out this chrome shit and never left you alone I
Solemnly swear even though you in heaven with mars berg theres still apart of you here and I
Solemnly swear my nigga was the best at cookin yay
Since we was yay high
Im in love with that life
Dont hate me 'cause that bastard that I am
Is just the thug in me rite

(Chorus)
Lord I can't figure it out
Why you took my nigga from me
We out here huggin the block
All night tryna get this money
I just can't figure it out
Why you took my nigga from me
We out here huggin the block
All night tryna get this money