Rules to This Game

[Verse 1]
I'm all about respect, cashin' them checks
We next at their neck
Coolin' out west, quarter mill on me, I'm looking to invest (Word)
Big ass MAC,, the gat blow a chunk up out your bald fade
Poppin' that shit will get your moms clapped
It's rules that you can't forget
War stories about my crime life that got me this rich
And all that type of shit (Word up)
We came from avenue thugs to ghetto superstars
Poverty kids, food stamps to livin' large
I gotta stay rich, champagne and caviar
Grab my log, told a bad bitch, come rub my battle scars
You see we made it too far just to go out on some bullshit
So don't get killed, this crazy world of ours
You gettin' rich we on the samе time

[Bridge]
Nigga, it's bank time
I told them niggas it's gamе time
Uh, uh, nigga, it's game time
Uh, I told them niggas it's game time

[Verse 2]
Yo, I could have made a million off the dope
I made a quarter off the gram
Hit a lick for a dub, then I split it with the fam (With my man)
I swear the work so good fiends smoking out the can
We on the block four guns deep, that's word to my man
Now fast forward from that bullshit, we on the stage
The fans lookin' at me, they right in my way
I'm on the god level, fuck what they say
Shit nigga fuckin' with me it's gonna be the gun in your face
But that's life though
The MAC-10 will have you moonwalkin' like Michael
I got my gloves on and I'm keepin' my distance
Yo, I ain't trippin', these niggas be snitchin'
These niggas is bitches, I heard that he told on them