Message To The Game

EBS, 23 the troops, M-Squad shit, nigga Long live the guys, we really walk shit down Jump out game, jogging shit, this shit real life Imma say it one more time so y'all can feel me, man, this shit real life Stayed down and stacked the money till I came up When that pressure on a lot of niggas change up Walk around with it out, can't have my chains tuck Niggas know who to play with, don't get your brains bust We the ones who make niggas give they chains up Off this new batch, f*ck around and drop cocaine Buffs' trap, my wheats out a month straight Until they look rough, nowadays niggas don't even want money They wanna look tough I had to put the beef on pause and get my bag up Plotting, f*ck around and hit a lick and got my cash up We get aggressive when we come, like, give that stash up Opps they try to stay up out our way, we make them crash up My chain be dancin', see me out why would I took it Just like Tucker, Imma shoot this bitch like PJ if you touch it Dirty scales, residue all in this bitch This bitch filthy, late nights with no heat up in the trap it get chilly Niggas be switchin' up like Glocks, I had to fall back Dry snitch, but claimin' you won't tell, what you call that Niggas swear they in the field, but always fumble Get that ball back, we clap back every time they sent some shots We applaud that Stayed down and stacked the money till I came up When that pressure on a lot of niggas change up Walk around with it out, can't have my chains tuck Niggas know who to play with, don't get your brains bust We the ones who make niggas give they chains up Off this new batch, f*ck around and drop cocaine Buffs' trap, my wheats out a month straight Until they look rough, nowadays niggas don't even want no money They wanna look tough