Kuniva - The Bando Theory lyrics

Games don't get played 'round here nigga
(Uh, uh) let's separate the house
From the field niggas the real nigga
I'm a for real nigga
Tortured by the sight of spilled
Liquor from killed
Niggas who fell victim to steel-grippers
I'm so for real, picture me and my teams
Had them pokin' out of my jeans
Highs and lows, can I build with ya
Beer sippin', beer drippin' from the brew
Kickin' games, showing nothing
But fearlessness, still in this
I see what Proof meant, now I really feel him
Die a hero or you live long
Enough to become a villain
They silently attack so how
I look like chillin'?
I done been in real beef
These niggas are only grillin', no illin'
Tensions used I came up overlooked
In them vintage views your missus choose
She met every requirement to
Sip this pimp juice fill up her jaw like a
Whole wad of Big-League Chew
These dudes are fraud
My heart is a vacant yard
Had to scrap real brawls
My knuckles bearin' the scars
Went from high school scuffles to
Clearin' it out in bars
Death dyin' I ain't hearin' them out at all
A pitbull next to y'all I'm a big dude
Booze like it's chip food
Don't forget this rule
Never cross those, who was there for ya
Bled for you
Had your back brandishing them pistols
Grown man
I ain't never ducked behind my partners
Compartments hittin' through the
Crib, Glocks, llamas, choppers
Dodgin' the devil sittin' comfy
With a Godly posture
You think infinity stones
I'm thinkin' seven chakras
I wake the block up
Samples ain't the only thing around
Here that gets chopped up
Boy, you are not us
Soakin' up the hot sun degrees comfortably
Bitches huntin' me like I'm givin'
Out flat tummy tea it's a certain feelin' of
Uncertainty approaching me
The whole family gon' eat, Hercules Hercules
Take you out, this a cheap date
Let the llama squeeze
It look expensive but it didn't cost much
A bahama breeze since God is with me
Who can stand against me?
My cup runneth over, never empty
Pull up forever crispy
Hoppin' out the whip, the same grimy vibe
Bring out the roses every time we ride
I call my heart the bando because it's empty
Don't remind me why
A while ago somethin' inside me died
I'm still good you can count on me, nigga
Like Kyrie Irving every time he drive
Bein' real to you is just a 9 to 5
Me I do that shit for life
'Til it's over, 'til the wheels fall off
Even then I'ma hitch a ride
Bruh, it ain't no hoppin'
Lanes, the real one
It ain't no switchin' sides
Choose wisely or pick a side or
We can let the clip decide
From this moment on I'm bein' cocky
A Detroit legend
My karma's good, I'm tryna match my credit
(Right) one of the first Detroiters hittin'
Overseas before Sean did it
We paved the way so all of us can get it
Live from the bando