Bring Into Play

Shit I was like 9 years old When I met met miss Orr Who’d a thought in a couple years she’d have my ass on the floor I was gassed at the door She was so persuasive We were close in ages My anecdotes her fragrance We started smoking on papers A nigga had to be 11 or 12 Back when it was just you and school I guess i really had a story to tell Heavenly Father I’m still going through the hell But Still chasin this righteous path Its tough when you gotta go crazy to have the same career that Tyson had When I’m just tryna do me Can’t get caught up w these groupies Bunch uh lame niggas say they knew me Who was in the kitchen when it was really no feast I was just tryna cook when there was no heat You can’t really run the game w no feet Out of all these lame niggas all around You chose me So when it comes to holding you down You it’s OD You know I’m og All respect to Jamie Shit craze these day no shade when you Showin love to homies While all you niggas tryna act tough that’s the shit that makes you look weak(real talk) You gon have to put more in You gon have to put more in (Yea yea) Or that feeling gon fade (Yea yea) That feeling gon fade That feeling gon fade You gon have to put more in You gon have to put more in If you gon make a change (Yea yea) If you gon make a change Gon make a change (Yea yea) No one should possess the power To make you feel like it ain’t real We used to shoot the dice and bang still Had a couple nuisance nights we ain’t chill Knowing we could lose our life if the stage fell So we just abused the lights til they feel Everything we speak and say the shit real Everyone ain’t gonna eat the cake just stay chill You held my back to the wall -You made sure a mac didnt fall Kept it too real I wasn’t acting at all I was just passin em off Bred from the field No wonder I came up so real Momma was late on the bills Evictions from places we used to make meals Switchin the station I’m lost in my feels I lost a lil tooth now they all in my grill Gone off the dusse they start to appeal My arms wanna shoot while my heart wants to shield I Detached from the glue to complain bout the build (Yea) Young nigga came up to trill Still starvin I’m chasin a mil Got a lil armor you ain’t got a guild Never should bear what yo ass cannot wield Why y’all sit stuck in the here -I’m steady grinding for then Got me fucked up- I done shed so many tears - I’m through with grindin for them I’m back on my buck matter fact back my bull Young Mac been packin’ the wood Like a young nigga should You never complain bout the push when you don’t have any pull You gon have to put more in You gon have to put more in (Yea yea) Or that feeling gon fade (Yea yea) That feeling gon fade That feeling gon fade You gon have to put more in You gon have to put more in If you gon make a change (Yea yea) If you gon make a change Gon make a change (Yea yea)