Peezy, Payroll Giovanni - Loyal to the Game lyrics

(David Wesson)

Was loyal to some niggas
Caught cases and I ain't panic
Knowin' when I go do this fucking time
They gon' vanish
Peoples I fuck with was speakin' down
Sayin' I ratted
Ain't told on a soul, check the papers
It's public record cashed out my lawyers
I don't do the public defenders
And did it on my own
Ain't nobody gave me a nickel
Took my last fifteen thousand
And made it triple
And did that shit five more times
Now I'm the nigga
Stand ten toes, I was raised on that
Street report card, I got all A's on that
I was in too deep to where I can't fall back
Switched the hustle, nigga
Now I'm gettin' paid off rap
Niggas lying in they songs
I just state all facts
Sick I called my nigga phone
And he can't call back
Use to middleman chickens and
They ain't all hatch
Only chickens niggas know is six-piece
All flats i'm a boss around this bitch
I put my hood on the map
I put food on plates
I done bought bitches bags
Used to hit the titty bar and
Grab ones by the bag
Killers walk me to the cars
I pull off in somethin' fast
Bad bitches staring at me
"Check out his necklace"
Niggas that's hatin' ain't got on shit
You niggas naked
I pay these motherfuckers no mind
Don't even sweat it
That chain was twenty thousand, my baby
Don't disrespect it
Ridin' somethin' foreign as I
Cruise through the snow
Black Timbs untied, mink on 'cause it's cold
Fuck a bitch one time, I don't want her
She old 'Fit was thirty-two hundred
Could've bought me a boat
Paid a house for the watch
So you know I'm living good
Feds charged me with the RICO, my nigga
I'm paid in full
I'm plugged with them peoples that
Don't speak no English
Been counting all day, got paper
Cuts on my fingers, nigga (4-1)

Still loyal to the game even
Though it betrayed me (Yup)
Took some of my niggas
Tried to make go crazy (Damn)
I'm almost at my quota, Lord
Don't let them raid me (Please)
I need the ice chain and that kitted Mercedes
(I need it)
Mindset of a hustler from the inner city
(Yup) rollie on my wrist
The price in the upper fifties
(Upper fifties)
Niggas goin' broke tryna prove
They fuckin' with me nigga, you's a joke
I don't even ball in the city (Boy)
You party at a club where it
Smell like Black and Milds
I'm sippin' margaritas by some
Water outta town (yeah)
Oops, out the country
I served dog food as a puppy
Same shit that got my mans twenty
Am I blessed or lucky? (Which one?)
She saw me at the light
Now she hintin' she wanna fuck me
(What's up?) why would I fuck you? You
Be givin' pussy to flunkies (Bitch)
Life was more peaceful when I
Was dealin' with junkies (Facts)
This rap shit
Niggas do anything for some money (Yup)
RIP rJ, Flinto, and Roc
RJ said we gon' have matchin'
Marauders on the block
Me and Roc really did that
Fuckin' plenty hoes
Me and Flint said we should be
In some foreign by twenty-four
Now I'm in the foreign
Reminiscing 'bout 'em all
Missin' simple shit like laughin' with
'em in the mall (Haha)
Snake shit is allowed when you
Fuckin' 'round with raw
But it could be smooth if
Your dog really your dog (Yup)
I done been broke with fifty
Thousand in the duffle
Even after making that
This game got me on my knuckles (Damn)
'Cause this go to the plug
This ain't none of my cheddar
And I never run off
I just grind 'til it get better (Yup)
We was teenagers rockin' Al Wissam leathers
Prada boots and tinted Cartis
Wavin' stacks in the party (Bitch)
TVs in the whip, big rims with the lip
But y'all don't know half
'bout this Doughboy shit, nigga