paroles de chanson Fair Game - Jayhitup

Yeah
Who gone get my love
You feel me
The Pyrvmids on the beat
I had took my time with it cuz I ain't know how to use it
12-0 winning and still worried bout losing
Giving ain't the problem
The issue is when they abuse it
I was giving, giving, giving
And i had myself looking clueless
Lotta' people banking on me
cuz they know I'm the Truest
Whole team was tanking on me and I said
Yo, we can do this
When you flaming up on em'
That's when bitches get to choosing
And It be really tough for em'
When the whole camp the coolest
Gang Shit
That stuff that y'all talking
We on that same shit
Keep following the same niggas
You bound to jump the same cliff
I'm locked in
No time for you hoes when I'm in training
Cuz them bitches see you gaming
And they try to put they name in

They don't even know
It's plenty nights I almost caved in
They only see the outcome
This Shit ain't even bout them
Paranoid, It be family events I'm like I might come
My bitch worried and I can't even vent
I'm in a tight one
Fuck who you was wrong too
You fucken' with right one
You could go back on our pictures lil nigga
Shit I was right there
So don't ever try to play me
Why these niggas talking crazy
Like I ain't been had
I Leveled up on em and now they big mad
You could've been apart this
Now you looking like how they get that
Who would've ever thought of this
Us winning is the get back
I Fell in love with saving
It was tough letting that shit stack
I was disciplined, plus I wasn't selfish
I let my niggas win
Free all of my niggas out them chains man they innocent
They blitzed me and I still made it out
I feel like Emmitt Smith
I'm really him
Tried to put me with Niggas like we equivalent
The game that they be giving be cool
But look who giving it
Im back to killing Shit
I'm about to finish em
Play with me and it's yellow tape & perimeters
Damn, another dead man
He being a headache
We gone tighten up his headband
I ain't one of them is su'um I ain't tryna say again
These Niggas tryna cheat to get ahead
I'm tryna play my hand
I'm tryna play
I bounced back on these Niggas
And they say I changed
Now I say fuck em
When they say my name
When they say my name
I keep tryna' tell you niggas man
Don't let that media shit fool you
Minus all the glitz and the glamour man
Put a nigga in a room with a group of the hottest niggas man
Everybody in uniform and white forces man
You'll see how many dodo brains in ya' city
We'll see how many airheads you niggas look up too
But, that's a whole nother' story man
We ain't gone really too much press that issue
We gone stay in you niggas chest
And I'm you bitches bosoms ya feel me
You already know how I'm coming
Ya feel me