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Part of the Game
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Rileyy Lanez
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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah) I know heartbreaks, setbacks B*t*h, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say sh*t, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah) Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with Make money, make-make, make money When sh*t hit the fan, we'll take money, South sid? Beef with the best of 'em, don? shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah) Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh) Big bags of bread, boy you f**k around, put a big bag on your head 'Fore the weather break you're dead Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah) Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah) Runnin' 'round this b*t*h, still not givin' a f**k (Ayy) When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right) Put a hole in a n***a right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin' And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side N***as get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah) I know heartbreaks, setbacks B*t*h, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say sh*t, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah) Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta) It's nothin' to play with (Ayy) It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike Two Cuban links just like I'm T**y Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah) Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh) Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em Might grab that n***a off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah) We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah) As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah) Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man Not the dope man but I bring the propane He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my n***a) B*t*h, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah) So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt) If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey) I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it No need to say sh*t, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey) Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey) Oh, oh Welcome to the South side Yeah, yeah Ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
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