games

[Intro] Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh Fuck Uh, I can't always— nope, nope, uh-uh Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1] I can't always show these niggas love Shit is built on trust Truly wish that I could give a fuck Looking for me, I'm just in the cut Posted like some blood Thinking on some shit that never was I'm in that two-seater, cutting up Touchin' 91 If you got complaints then take the bus It don't take a lot to fuck it up Noah's in the flood Giving niggas chances who can't give 'em back Niggas takin' everything I say and turn it into jokes The way she tryna joke around, I don't think I'm into that I was given times I never had and that was all they wrote And that's some evil shit, 'cause I don't think I'll get that feeling back I just dropped a topper, how the fuck I get the ceiling back? Everything you drop is weak, you worry 'bout me stealing that On Thursday you drop, but I ain't peep, I know that shit is wack Birds say you popped it for a feature, now how true is that? Everybody say I should get even, I'm not doing that The worst way to try and come get even is to skew the facts Every hand you dealt to me I'm finna deal it back (I know you know where they are, son) [Verse 2] Several nights been on the run I've been in my head, thinking things that niggas said Don't believe you is my friend, it's just bullshit Bullshit, bullshit, pull the plug, I'm going through it What the fuck's the good in this? You can't keep it honest with your team You get the method for some bread and you stay quiet's what I mean I cannot sleep until my guys is living dreams And when you fail, you'll go to Hell and pray to silent deities They took some man and ran the trap and they disguised him as a fiend The plug be moving like the feds, they get a word, they touching heads And ain't nobody touching bread until the sirens leave the scene Popped up in your city, I might call the locals Stress up in my stomach, I'm not where I'm supposed to I'm the one that caused it all, I cannot hold you God will end up clearin' my mind 'fore I go postal [Outro] Play your dirty game (Livre, na mansa explosão dos nossos sentimentos) All you wanna do is play my dirty game Running around with every guy All you wanna do is play my dirty game (Lindo, nos lábios o doce desse momento) Left foot, right foot, keep it going (Two keys a day, you never seen so much coke) Got so many drugs, I can keep it snowing (Three o'clock up in the mornin', choppin' up dope) Got so many drugs, I can keep it snowing (Reachin' for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noise) Got so many drugs, I can keep it snowing (It's certainly a bummer) (You hear me talking Hillbilly boy?) (Just comin' from a funeral, and it got me got me paranoid)