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Jimmy Roses - All Up in the Game lyrics
(Jimmy Roses) Cuz im all up in the game All up in the game I just want the money u can keep the fame Nah there aint no easy way out Nah there aint no easy way out Cuz im all up in the game All up in the game I just want the money u can keep the fame Nah there aint no easy way out Nah there aint no easy way out (Jimmy Roses) I was about yay high wen I understood the dollar And what I would obtain if that dollar got taller Cuz ma pops worked hard but it wasn’t enough She said the house to small and everybodys fucked up She said im up to the other side of town Cuz I aint that bitch to keep me around Umbrellad wit yo lies and yo playin around Im an independent women and no one hold me down In the mean while man Im pushin that work So I could really gives a fuck cuz I gots that work And im known that this money go hand in hand wit dirt But I was born into the game so im makin it work 500 block huslah man getting that cheddar Learn it from the OG’s how to get it better Im that son of a queen im that son of a player I got a good heart so u get yo last prayer I’ve been raised around convicts drug lords and thugs Only our mothers and us See the good in us So im a ryder fo life Bro past aint twice Im a stay ready nigga Im a stay ready nigga Wit ma stay ready hitters that’s how we ride All around the world husling fo life Yo my lil brother down but not fo long Look we done blowin up its good when he come home (Jimmy Roses) Cuz im all up in the game All up in the game I just want the money u can keep the fame Nah there aint no easy way out Nah there aint no easy way out Cuz im all up in the game All up in the game I just want the money u can keep the fame Nah there aint no easy way out Nah there aint no easy way out U should believe im a holagin fo da loot Get down wit money makers hittin licks we don’t leave proof Even though the game is hard Im a gangsta baby life aint a shootin star It could make u crazy U could see it in ma eyes Cuz real eyez Realize The fake in a nigga If u put a gun in his hand would he tap the trigga Nah We aim wit please By any means Cock back and squeze Yadada-mean Stay packin the heat that’ll make yo soul float Real huslah in the streets so ma pockets neva choke We da pimps me an Roses Get the hoes To pop a pill Then we scrape to the goodies Im talkin eight wheels Wit the keys in ma pocket The cheese in ma wallet If niggas cookin beef they get smacked wit the chrome solid Stay high to the sky like im sittin wit air pilots To float to the floor when I see red and blue sirens Cuz im all up in the game All up in the game I just want the money u can keep the fame Nah there aint no easy way out Nah there aint no easy way out Cuz im all up in the game All up in the game I just want the money u can keep the fame Nah there aint no easy way out Nah there aint no easy way out |
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