Correction Paroles First String par Hit-Boy

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Most of the realest niggas live through real pain, that shit true
This ain't a scrimmage, this the real game
This fake shit get cut, no scissors
They tryna tell me to pipe down, nigga
Shit is hard to explain, I can feel the evil eye behind the shades
Makin' major plays, nigga, 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
Fuck waitin' 'til my wake to tell a nigga I'm great
Liquor spillin' as I skate, movin' like I work weight, livin' everything I say
Lessons on lessons, blessings on blessings, shit, I guess it's a message
And everything big bands, no wedding ring
I don't play rap shit, catch me sliding to Teddy P
I can't play a second fiddle, nigga
First string type nigga, Chauncey, but no Billups
Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after
Should take up tithes on you niggas, go 'head, pay the pastor
Can't repaint the past hook, y'all slept on the last one
Damn, slept on the last one

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

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, nigga, 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, niggas'll try to off you
We high on the meter, my nigga
They mean muggin' when they see the two seater, my nigga
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 nigga Nip
Free the real ones, free the real ones, yeah

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