Rules to This Game lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm all about respect, cashin' them checks
We next at their neck
Coolin' out west, quarter mill on me, I'm looking to invest (Word)
Big ass MAC,, the gat blow a chunk up out your bald fade
Poppin' that sh*t will get your moms clapped
It's rules that you can't forget
War stories about my crime life that got me this rich
And all that type of sh*t (Word up)
We came from avenue thugs to ghetto superstars
Poverty kids, food stamps to livin' large
I gotta stay rich, champagne and caviar
Grab my log, told a bad b*tch, come rub my battle scars
You see we made it too far just to go out on some bullsh*t
So don't get killed, this crazy world of ours
You gettin' rich we on the samе time

[Bridge]
n*gga, it's bank time
I told them n*ggas it's gamе time
Uh, uh, n*gga, it's game time
Uh, I told them n*ggas it's game time

[Verse 2]
Yo, I could have made a million off the dope
I made a quarter off the gram
Hit a lick for a dub, then I split it with the fam (With my man)
I swear the work so good fiends smoking out the can
We on the block four guns deep, that's word to my man
Now fast forward from that bullsh*t, we on the stage
The fans lookin' at me, they right in my way
I'm on the god level, f*ck what they say
sh*t n*gga f*ckin' with me it's gonna be the gun in your face
But that's life though
The MAC-10 will have you moonwalkin' like Michael
I got my gloves on and I'm keepin' my distance
Yo, I ain't trippin', these n*ggas be snitchin'
These n*ggas is b*tches, I heard that he told on them