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Real players ain't in the game no more, this shit so sad
I knew you was goin' to turn on me
I ain't know it was gon' be this bad
All these people turnin' on you, young nigga, watch your back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I deal with my problems, I don't need to speak to no one, oh
Pour up my problems in doubles, I need more pints, woah
I kept my heart in a sleeve, I was dead wrong, oh
I found my folks, I'm never worried about a damn thing
These hoes want traffic, I can't help you with a damn thing
I swear, I smoke the dope down just to hide the damn pain
But I got other vices in my vault, I'm insane
Switched to Miami, switched to Los Angeles
I copped some bitches by the valley
City of demons, got a book of demons that's gon' bang me
Whole lot of schemin', whole lot of ridin' around in taxis
I lost a bitch I loved 'cause I ain't wan' live flashy
You could burn every bridge you want, you ain't gon' burn me
You can call me all the names in the
Book, I'll take the blame for it now
You can burn the whole city down, been puttin' flames out, wow, yeah
Real players ain't in the game no more, this shit so sad
I knew you was goin' to turn on me
I ain't know it was gon' be this bad
All these people turnin' on you, young nigga, watch your back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I deal with my problems, I don't need to speak to no one, oh
Pour up my problems in doubles, I need more pints, woah
I kept my heart in a sleeve, I was dead wrong, oh
I found my folks, I'm never worried about a damn thing
These hoes want traffic, I can't help you with a damn thing
I swear, I smoke the dope down just to hide the damn pain
But I got other vices in my vault, I'm insane
If I told you that I never took a loss, I'm insane
These scars is not for fake, this shit for real, this shit pain
Was drippin' tears on notepads and now this shit payin'
This shit normal now, they tuned the fuck in to what I'm sayin', yeah



Autor(en): Jackson Ewing, David Ezeokonkwo Copyright: Songtrust Blvd


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