The GameJudas Closet

[Hook:] [The game] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil For these palm trees and these six fours, nip [Nipsey] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil For these palm trees and these six fours [The game] Cedar [Nipsey] 6 0 [The game] Wife beater [Nipsey] Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece [The game] N***a, mine all gold [Nipsey] Chuck [The game] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these Palm trees and six fours [Verse 1: nipsey] When you come from depression, to the lust for possessions Gotta make an impression, but you can’t wait for your blessing Model b*****s stip naked, while I sip on this texas I’m pushing this german, jesus piece on my neclace These n****s gon’ test ya, and these b*****s is reckless And that money go fast, I hope you paying yo’ taxes All the questions they askin’, all the cameras that’s flashin’ All the stress that come with it, it’s like you hustling backwards If you ain’t breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday And the sacrificial lamb is just the part that you play When you the first one in yo’ fam to have the heart to get paid Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave Now, and now you a star on the stage And once they cut on them lights, no turning ‘em off, that’s part if the game Wow, people caught up in your fame And never will it be the same, this s**t is expensive, the price that we pay, that’s why I... [Hook:] [The game] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil For these palm trees and these six fours, nip [Nipsey] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil For these palm trees and these six fours [The game] Cedar [Nipsey] 6 0 [The game] Wife beater [Nipsey] Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece [The game] N***a, mine all gold [Nipsey] Chuck [The game] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these Palm trees and six fours [Verse 2: the game] Clip tossin’, since n****s is brick flossin’ Now the bloods wit’ slauson so n****s go get coffins Comptons like nfl, n****s get hit often Heavy but I green, make n****s forget boston Red bone b***h, she high on blue dolphins Head game sick, she bi and switch often It’s kush, b***h quit coughin’, my six got streets talkin’ Timbo, this s**t scorchin’, got bloods and crips walkin’ It’s nip, so get up off him, we like biggie and jigga mayne And nickerson’s marcy, bed-stuy is slauson My flow somethin’ like nassir, I should put a pause here .... Run and tell them n****s the god’s here This california kush got me in god’s ear We got them ace of spades, but ain’t no cards here Just a crip, a blood, a couple exotic cars here And these extra long clips like lamars here, nip [Hook:] [The game] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil For these palm trees and these six fours, nip [Nipsey] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil For these palm trees and these six fours [The game] Cedar [Nipsey] 6 0 [The game] Wife beater [Nipsey] Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece [The game] N***a, mine all gold [Nipsey] Chuck [The game] Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these Palm trees and six fours [Repeat hook:]
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