18 Ballgames

Bag of deuce in the 18 ball games

Might run down on your ol' heads and rob the card game in God's name

Then reappear, it felt like God came

You was never with me if your heart ain't

Now be like Tom Brady, put everything in your mom's name

The slots change, yeah, you're stock tanked

I'm John Wayne, baggin' raw cane as my song's playing

Slang your heart, still apply pressure like Dolph's game

My man got shot in his head, still see the walls stain

Homie lives, he just talks strange, bless him

See the plugs, the new investors, this is cocaine's shark tank

Dope game, yolk game, both lanes

Narcs chase the Irishmen

Run up on them with the brave heartface

I wish they ended Scarface after they parked Frank

Straight up out of CFCF with the sharp shanks

Guards can't stop him once they got you in the yard cage

Dark days, Rosen on his third firearm case

God sakes, he said, I wonder how much money God makes

Seen a whole jit, knowing this shit wouldn't drop, thanks

Still had the key, but it was worth it's like the locks changed

Stopped playing, flipped a couple blocks and hit the blockchain

Caught the rat and split his shit and dipped before the cops came

Sometimes it's not what I'm saying, it's what I'm not saying

Sometimes it's not what I'm paying, it's who I'm not paying

Sometimes they dip, you gots to hit them with the narcane

Sometimes you meet Diego and he tells you you had the wrong dream

Bag of deuce in the 18 ball games

Might run down on your ol' heads and rob the card game in God's name

Then reappear, it felt like God came