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This Game Turnt Me Out Lyrics[Intro]
Most of us in it, we love the game, love the hustle
Even though the end for most of us is in a cemetery or a jail cell, right?
Cause how many drug dealers actually get to retire?

[Verse]
You can be the plug and still get blown away
You can be a savage and get hit with the ‘K’
Somebody younger and hungrier, thinkin’ you soft
They bag ain't straight, they'll rip you off
But that's the game, that's how it goes
Even though they my opps, my enemies and my foes
Can't be mad at thеm guys, they on they toes
I'ma keep on sеrvin’ these rocks and blows
I'ma keep on hustlin’, stackin' this dough
Breakin’ down bigs and breakin’ down O’s
Keep on poppin' these bottles of Moë
Keep on fuckin’ these model type hoes
Cops ask questions, keep tellin’ them no
Trappin' this choe, never run low Too damn greedy, I always want mo’
The game is the game, that's what I know
Hustler ambition, the status quote
On your march, get set, ready, go
Rushin' for that paper, like Flo-Joe
Trynna be like Baby Ray and Stoney Ro’
We both Black but you ain't my bro
My time is up? I don't think so
Eyes everywhere, that's for sho’
Ear to the street, they let me know
Taurus .480 in my dresser drawer
Squeezin' that thang, lettin' em' go
Cops ask more questions, I still say no, chasin’ these franks like Russell Crowe
Take a pull off that dro
Won't let you divide us, west side up, Detroit west siders
Crew full of hustlers, players and riders
Always got fine ass women beside us
Oooh I love it, I love this game
Dope boy Magic say my name, say my name
Game turned me out, took a turn for the worse
Bag so big it's about to burst
Gold diggers and schemers look at me with thirst
But the unwritten book through her game in reverse
This Cancer charm, it got her gone
She done chose a mack, all her money is gone
This game I love, it destroyed my life
I could never be a husband to a square house wife
Mine gotta be book smart and street smart
Transition out the game, it's a complicated art
That's if you make it out, 'cause most don't
If I get caught, tell I won't
If you get caught, you gon' do yo time?
Or tell on everybody like Takashi69?
Snitch out the whole crew, that's so sad
WhiteBoy Rick is probably his dad
Stay away from fuckboys, they talk too much
Stay out the way, I don't do much
Won't do it for the pussy, but I do it for the cash
Water whip work on 7 Mile and Lash
I'm seeing spaceships, on Schoolcraft
I be with dope boys, killers and psychopaths
I remember when bitches wouldn't fool wit' me
But then I started gettin' money now they cool with me
Big chips, fly whips, icy jewelry
Strong arms wit' automatic toolery
Delivery manufacturer, tool or die No fuckin' round around here, it's do or die
You say you belong around here, but you's a lie
Never seen your ass before, who you cool wit’, guy?
Steppin’ on my toes trynna get your coke off
But you 'bout to get this muthafuckin' block roped off
You know I got these muthafuckin' streets on fleek
Crackheads and pillheads, I'm keepin' 'em geeked
Riskin' all for it all, that's how bad I want it
Green pieces of pepper wit' slave masters on it
I sell poison to get that sick bread
Need to see a psychiatrist, I'm sick in the head
Yeah, I got bread but my head fucked up
Most of my friends out the Feds
But they still locked up
Criminal minded, but conscious and shit
There's gotta be a life beyond this shit
I know this is wrong but it feels so right
Wanna stop doin' wrong and start doing right
Black hands countin' green from white
Detroit underworld, I belong to the night