Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, E-40 - Not A Game lyrics

All I know is hustle all I know is rubble
All I know is struggle all I know is trouble
All I know is smuggle all I know is double

Ain’t nobody business but the town
All of the scales, it’s digital underground
(Step up, step, step, step up, step up)
So you know I get around
But, I be right back like
The cracks in the foundation
That’s why we like what’s
Cracking and what’s shaking (what's shakin')
Bay slang birthed from the earthquakin’
And we bend never break, fast everyday
Hungry tummy always coming for
The biggest plate
And the shift right left like
The wipers on the scraper
Though the rain gon' come why
You hiding under paper no seeds
Rolling tree with a looseleaf garden


Call a spade a nigga but these niggas
They ain’t sharp enough to break dirt
Better know I’ve been about the soil
Cali been about the gold like
Texas been about the oil
So slick when I slide through
Chick wanna ride too
Clique bonafide, homicide like the nine do
Mind been on "I do"
Married to the hustle on fire like Piru
No blood muscle on wide I’m middle of
The block like "what?"
Same white tee, still don’t give a fuck
Same white teeth, same smile, still suck
Same white people sitting with the game
Fucked up set my day one spitting
With the flame untucked
This the bay, son you missin’ what we saying
Dumb luck

Yo, uh what you thought it was a game?
Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
Break a couple for you when
You run into the gang
Don't be acting brand new if
You really wanna play
Bitch, welcome to the Bay

I don't got too many friends now
Many robbed me of my intiution so I axed 'em
Playin' my position I got 20 20 vision
I don't listen if the pimpin' isn't
Part of how you flex 'em
Got me feelin' extra, bless up
3 deep the car mobbin about the monty what
I'm dropping is CPR
To push down on a couple bodies
Who clowned and be speaking harder
It seemed she wasn't around till I
Freed up a couple yards
Oh, you thought that was easy
Lot of fakers caught the tape
And now repeat me i was in a scraper pulling
Favors for the capers
Putting casual commissary for
My motherfuckers
Caught up in the danger at the precinct
Me thinks we should body this
New flock of too cocky
Bourgeoisie bitch looking hipster kids
Passing this rap shit
It seemed far too popular
Putting a couple shots in they monikers
Thinking they Gods when they
Not even common carpenters
Hollerin' hollow as top notch telemarketers
Who got some top like you
Talkin tall as a tightrope
But in a crap game
He don't know how to dice though

Yo, uh what you thought it was a game?
Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
Break a couple for you when
You run into the gang
Don't be acting brand new if
You really wanna play
Bitch welcome to the Bay

Hold up, write that down
(All I know is hustle)
One time let me see (All I know is Bubba)
Tough stuff, great stuff
(All I know is struggle) shake it
Break that shit down (All I know is trouble)
One time let me see (All I know is smuggle)
Tough stuff, great stuff
(All I know is double) shake it

When I'm in first class on a plane people
Ask me what I do for a living
I tell em, a little bit of
This, a little bit of that
Hustlin' and grittin' getting my money up
Pockets need a tummy tuck
My wallet and my bankroll and my baller gut
When I was young I had a
Discussion with my street side
What did you talk about? Living and dying
What about your paper route?
Rhytmic grindin' clientele and clout?
Multiplyin'
Now I came in the gang with a boomerang
Never sold pews
But they used to sell that there candy cane
Evils and heels living 500, he all right
In the hood was black folks think
That castor oil cure everything
All kind of different treats with
All kind of different names
I use ocean soil and chicken
Shit to feed my strains
The Hillside of Vallejo was the land I claim
I gave my brother Dannell some
Meal to buy a Mustang
Back in 1985 when shit was live
We did what we had to do to survive
All the real ones gone in jail or even died
So, it's up to me to
Teach 'em the ghetto guides byatch!