Sportsmen

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 1: Tha God Fahim] I keep my eye on the bread, while your minds on the worthless I serve my purpose, nobody benefits on the circus A lot of dream killers lurk, beyond that line where you dead or crossed Success is on the other side Fear is such a factor, and doubt is just another Poverty is a mother to all the pain that we suffer Word to dread evacuate missiles, explode your head The code is red, it’s all fun and games until someone dead I’m kicking poverty’s ass Threw a couple bands to my mom and my dad Think about the past and all the drama we had Lost a lot of souls to the toe and the tag So many wicked things niggas a do for the bag If it’s just the life we lead then we couldn’t be mad Should I get me a Lex or should I get me a Jag Should I get me a 40 or should I get me a mag Going through the dilemmas I take a break soon come November, I arbitrate your body get dismembered Im like a great land of lakes Never gotta wait, ‘cause my name hold weight [Chorus] [Verse 2] [Chorus]