First String lyrics

[Verse 1]
Most of the realest n*ggas live through real pain, that sh*t true
This ain't a scrimmage, this the real game
This fake sh*t get cut, no scissors
They tryna tell me to pipe down, n*gga
sh*t is hard to explain, I can feel the evil eye behind the shades
Makin' major plays, n*gga, I been up for days
I need that pie in the sky and I can't wait
Give 'em a piece of my soul with every take (Hit-Boy)
Uh, might be the verse to seal my fate
f*ck waitin' 'til my wake to tell a n*gga I'm great
Liquor spillin' as I skate, movin' like I work weight, livin' everything I say
Lessons on lessons, blessings on blessings, sh*t, I guess it's a message
And everything big bands, no wedding ring
I don't play rap sh*t, catch me sliding to Teddy P
I can't play a second fiddle, n*gga
First string type n*gga, Chauncey, but not Billups
Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after
Should take up tithes on you n*ggas, go 'head, pay the pastor
Can't repaint the past hook, y'all slept on the last one
Damn, slept on the last one

[Interlude]
Don't hate the player, hate this cold game
Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after
Don't hate the player, hate this cold game
Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after
[Verse 2]
A good name is better than a good face
That's what some would say, took all that I could take
One's loss is another man's gain
One toss could be the end of the game, n*gga, practice on your aim
Two wrongs don't make a right, two mil'll get you right
Seen both at close sight, success and failure
Drug paraphernalia, two grams of the Skywalker
Bangin' the first Carter, n*ggas'll try to off you
We high on the meter, my n*gga
They mean muggin' when they see the two seater, my n*gga
A fifth lawyer on the case, that'll change your face
Smile through it all, that's amazing grace
Uh, R.I.P. to Aretha
Rest in peace my n*gga Nip
Free the real ones, free the real ones, yeah