Hey, where the piano at shawty? Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time I'ma show you somethin', dig this I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same

The streets left with me a heavy heart (heavy heart) I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got) Always kept it real from the very start (very start) Niggas ain't thorough like I always start Damn, the game left with me a heavy heart (heavy heart)

Burn all the bridges and fire in the hole Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Open windows, closing doors God can't help us anymore Souls forever come and go The critics never forget it This ain't a game I'm gonna talk it, I ain't ashamed I'm gonna walk it, I'll never

Don't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it

What if I was made for you and you were made for me What if this is it, what if it's meant to be What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in And the stars line up and it's our last first

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

My last piece, I swear They even iced out Jesus' hair Look at me, pathetic n**** This chain that I bought, greed, pain and fame this a heinous result Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin' my heart I'm knee deep in the game and it ain't what I

I'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Yeah, Steal The Show baby I'ma have to ride the ride the ride Till I find a girl to slip inside Ice Cube ain't never been shot

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

Yeah, the cash came, I ain't trippin' on a past flame Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10's want my last name? Is this the rap game or high school politics? Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it' Before I show up, that's