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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nana
Nana
Performer
Kent Jamz
Kent Jamz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nana Opong
Nana Opong
Lyrics
Khallid Muhammad
Khallid Muhammad
Composer
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Composer
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Composer
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Composer
Lorenzo Johnson
Lorenzo Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Mark "Keitel" Lowe
Mark "Keitel" Lowe
Mixing Engineer
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Additional Producer
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Additional Producer

Lyrics

I've been rollin' 'round with some real, real ****
You see that extendo come out the window
We ain't playin' like Nintendo
We some real, real ****
Can't play no games, can't play no games with none of these ****
Still can't complain, still can't complain to none of my bitches
Can't play no games, can't play no games with none of these ****
Still can't complain, still can't complain to none of my bitches
Feet to the pavement, I'm on my second shift, slavin' and bathin'
In my sweat, it's Friday and I'm patiently waitin'
For my payment, work and deposit all straight to savings
Milkin' the clock at Verizon, the dream we were chasin'
Didn't involve call centers, I kept on
Tellin' **** I would be the best, I was slept on
I put my two weeks in, I'm throwin' the jets on
Till the leather on my bitches telfars all Teflon
**** was pickin' on me, but I was like six then
Six years later, I was bumpin' the clips then
Lord willing, that I make it, league how my wrist bend
Back when all the homies fully loadin' the clips in
Every bar's easy money like I was 6'10
Words prolific, they swear I'm writin' with Nip's pen
Whippin' a black hooptie, a fifth of the liquor is out
**** is lost in the world, still try and figure it out, out but
I've been rollin' 'round with some real, real ****
You see that extendo come out the window
We ain't playin' like Nintendo
We some real, real ****
Can't play no games, can't play no games with none of these ****
Still can't complain, still can't complain to none of my bitches
Can't play no games, can't play no games with none of these ****
Still can't complain, still can't complain to none of my bitches
Still in the field with it, it's gettin' much harder to live
The only thing that I been dodgin' is God and a bid
Collect calls to my momma, my father, his kids
'Cause that kind of time to do is much harder to give
Seen a fatherless kid, his eyes wider than mines
By the look of his Jordans, he was barely gettin' by
I asked, "Where you wanna be when you turned twenty-five?"
He turned around, looked up at me, and told me, "Alive"
Resonated at the time, it had me in doubt
A mustard seed was all I had when takin' this route
Stressin' daily, like how long will it take till it sprout?
Reality most of us wasn't makin' it out
Only took a phone call to summons the apes
Fellowshippin' on the block, our coming to grace
Was dice games, forty ounces, and blunts to the face
We just wanna escape from Crenshaw to 108th, wait
I've been rollin' 'round with some real, real ****
You see that extendo come out the window
We ain't playin' like Nintendo
We some real, real ****
Can't play no games, can't play no games with none of these ****
Still can't complain, still can't complain to none of my bitches
Can't play no games, can't play no games with none of these ****
Still can't complain, still can't complain to none of my bitches
Written by: Daniel Seeff, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, Khallid Muhammad, Lorenzo Johnson, Nana Opong, Sam Barsh
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