Plug

[Verse 1: The Game]

I almost died in Mississippi, niggas look at me like I'm God

Bitch, I'm young, Black, and gifted, tell my mama she did her job

I-20 straight to Yazoo at seventeen

David Banner posters on the wall over the triple beam

Couldn't break a brick down without playin' Prince in the background

Drive that shit to New Orleans and catch a flight to Naptown

Vale stayed, I told him put that trappin' to the side

Jackson niggas ran up on him, I landed the day he died

Bitch, I'm out here in my truth, watched Texaco turn to Arco

Taco Bell shells, my orders come straight from the narcos

Yayo by the carload, fifty-round drums

Run up in them banks and buck, that lil' bitch Game on the run

Rocket launcher in the projects, got me feelin' like I'm Zeus

Rainclouds inside the Pyrex, birds clappin' on the roof

If you can't fly the plane in front of me, bitch, get drug up out this coupe

If you scared to be blindfolded, you ain't gettin' introduced

My balls is my word

[Chorus: The Game]

I got them shits for seventeen, I got a plug in Medellín

And my plug don't speak no English, yeah, he still know what I mean

Sellin' crumbles out on stumble, my balance is triple beam

In the kitchen with my Carbon 15

Still on point when I swerve, nigga, my balls is my word

I went on tour with Snoop Dogg, my dog got caught with them birds

I don't give no fuck what you heard, I don't give a fuck, get you murked

I'll put your ass in dirt and say your name in my next verse

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]

Rest in peace to Killer Stone, bricks goin' for thirteen

Trappin' out the section with that texture, served my first fiend

Shakin' clumps out my soda box, straight drop and cocaine

Shout out Creighton Stewart, he introduced me to the dope game

Standin' over stovetops, the smokers say it's propane

Jumpin' out the coke pot, I'm workin' with a whole thang

Murder deep in the paint, high-percentage shots

Homicide division, apply pressure inside the box

Lot of body language, stay solid, that say a lot

Roadside assistance, my drivers get paid a lot

All I wanted was a trap, some money, car, and a girlfriend

Prayed to the Lord for a plug and I got them birds in

Partner need a foreigner face and I told him slide

Five ton recompressed, I could bless you for thirty-five

Spread it through my girl, he got shipped and he tryna call home

Shot the text to my trap girl, grab me somethin' to talk on

[Chorus: The Game]

I got them shits for seventeen, I got a plug in Medellín

And my plug don't speak no English, yeah, he still know what I mean

Sellin' crumbles out on stumble, my balance is triple beam

In the kitchen with my Carbon 15

Still on point when I swerve, nigga, my balls is my word

I went on tour with Snoop Dogg, my dog got caught with them birds

I don't give no fuck what you heard, I don't give a fuck, get you murked

I'll put your ass in dirt and say your name in my next verse