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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
Vocals
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leshan Lewis
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Calvin Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Vogel
Mixing Engineer
L.E.S.
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What?
Back to back Benzes with the wild gremlins
Gaudier style lenses, talons in the forty cal
This is life now, let me find out
You want the lifestyle of mine, no pal of mine
Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad looking like tycoon, we all shine
While we parle with the flyest mommy on 25th Street
Watch a honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the twelve next to it
You wanna stick me then put your best to it
Or die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, two point five, multiply that
Cash flows on my arm, I flash jewels and tattoos
You can look but don't touch, we bad news
[Verse 2]
American me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, coming for **** who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back, connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, going though worlds that wore me out
Never called me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, beach houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beers
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential Suites at the Tangiers
[Verse 3]
How you living on your block?
Mines is hot, how you living on your block?
I got it locked, what's going down on your side? Who got shot?
Same shit done, yeah alright, I'll meet you up top
Yo, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop
[Verse 4]
VVSin', nothing less than how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress and
See me flexin', through the hood Ds be stressin'
Illegal search, tryna find weapons for gun possession
Never one for questions, ever move made is destined
Black professors, let's take it back to the essence
Another version of the Goldie, mack pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project ghetto, prince emergin'
Half hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
This what? Millionaire strut with the Cris cup
Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin', never rocking, Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ Firm extraordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year
[Verse 5]
Nowhere to go from here but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choker
The gods with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
That's strictly made for cats who's rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my six?
Turning up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shit
Kinda laced, looking at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Rollie with the day and date
Y'all player hate this
Too fly for female singers who get face lifts and fake titties
We rule the world and take cities
I dreamed of this, son
Happy we made it passed the Jakes, fakes and fiends of the slum
[Verse 6]
How you living on your block?
Mines is hot, how you living on your block?
I got it locked, what's going down on your side? Who got shot?
Same shit done, yeah alright, I'll meet you up top
Yo, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop
[Verse 7]
It's a dough thing, **** know the game don't change
From the coke game to the dope game
From a slow brain (Fuck a no name)
**** did it again, son, they can't fuck around (No doubt)
You know the game don't stop (Bump it)
From the coke game to the dope game (Bump it)
**** know that the game don't stop (Total package)
From the coke game to the dope game (BK, QB)
Fuck a no name
That the game don't stop (Escobar)
From the coke game to the dope game (Southside, hahah)
**** know that the game don't stop
From the coke game to the dope game
[Verse 8]
**** know that the game don't stop
**** know that the game don't stop
**** know that the game don't stop
From the coke game to the dope game
Written by: AZ, C. Jones, LaLa Cope, Leshan Lewis