Game's Given By OG's Lyrics

Oh lord press record then you hear my truth

Hear Gods vocal cords when I'm in that booth

And I know for sure you will repeat that to

Let my words live on after I leave you

Memories do not live like people do

They always remember you

We going to do what we have to do

They in the way then they have to move

No problem have the tools

Big problem I have the crew

We going to do what we have to do

They in the way then they have to move

Move nigga they ain't seen me in weeks

know I'm a soldier and how I value peace

So please don't make me have to drag through the streets

I got a track record I'll really give you the beats

I speak in sign language and I don't get paid to teach

Twin kings kingdom is never under siege

We bare enough arms to burry you six feet

Made it out the struggle to live the American dream

A thousand ways to hustle we saying the same thing

Fuck waiting to die I want my flowers now nigga

So my Queen Bee bring me another honey to dip in

Thirty on a white boy truck just to sit in

I own land pass my gun line you missing

You know something leave something after you die

Take care the ones that's around You know why

Memories is memories means that can't die nigga

Memories do not live like people do

They always remember you

We going to do what we have to do

They in the way then they have to move

No problem have the tools

Big problem I have the crew

We going to do what we have to do

They in the way then they have to move

Sticks and stones may break bones but words hurt to

This is painfully written

Stand for something or you fall on your face

Even at the top of the mountain you can still fall from the grace

That's why you appreciate the steps you take when you climb

If you was to steal from me then I will come for your hand

These niggaz don't understand the principalities

An it's probably because of the absence of a man

Life lessons and through these words may you understand

See I go through my own shit but I don't let you smell it

See I self compartmentalize but live to tell it

Control my emotions not just kill you niggas

Then what talk to my shrink that's my cell mate

A lot of young black kids seal they own fate

Now I'm trying to change a system that this man made

I'm am one but come in two like who would have knew

Shoot for the moon but then I fall like I somehow flew king

Memories do not live like people do

They always remember you

We going to do what we have to do

They in the way then they have to move

No problem have the tools

Big problem I have the crew

We going to do what we have to do

They in the way then they have to move

Ohh lord press record then you hear my truth

Hear Gods vocal cords when I'm in that booth

And I know for sure you'll repeat that too

Let my words live on after I leave you