
Pawns in the Game Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
We party and bullshit gunshots rang out
Pop cris sip mo smoke weed hang out
Diss tracks Cadillacs iced out woodgrains
Spinning wheels big bank big budget blood stains
If we could only put our paper together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild one brick at a time rearrange
The way that we think we killing ourselves it's a shame
We got to wake up and realize that we're all pawns in the game
It's kind of funny how we get in this game thinking we got it made
Somehow the person we used to be just up and got away
All you hear is keeping it gangster and keep it real
And everybody is thugging and totting a piece of steel
How stupid did I feel when I found it wasn't about skill
But about the label you rep and how you market your deal
If I would've known from the beginning then I would've been winning
I would've been grinning wheels would've been spinning
We never stop to look at ourselves we blame our problems on other people
But look at us we're crooked ourselves
And we can't even get invited to nothing without the fighting and fussing
Police come with pepper spray cussing and handcuffing
Our little pride wont allow us to step aside or let it slide
And we forgot the meaning of let it ride
And they don't even care they just let us die
Just another dead rapper CD that you steady buy (you ready right)
We party and bullshit gunshots rang out
Pop cris sip mo smoke weed hang out
Diss tracks Cadillacs iced out woodgrains
Spinning wheels big bank big budget blood stains
If we could only put our paper together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild one brick at a time rearrange
The way that we think we killing ourselves it's a shame
We got to wake up and realize that we're all pawns in the game
I fall a victim to my demons myself I'm being honest
I needed guidance I used to turn to the weed and chronic
A product of my environment my gun I would polish
Instead of knowledge or opting for college I chose violence
But times changed they think I'm going soft I guess my stress guided me to Goodie Mobs thought process
And it was like Jerome standing in front of me with the mirror
I didn't like what I saw but now I see things clearer
And we're flirting with the wages of sin and mentally we're all locked up
And physically they're caging us in
Cause we're dying over a block dying over a street
While people in the gulf coast was dying for something to eat
I ain't here to preach about rap beef it's not that deep
Fuck your hot 16 shits not that sweet
Everybody say they grown ass men ready to fight the power
But we can't even fight our problems lurking within
We party and bullshit gunshots rang out
Pop cris sip mo smoke weed hang out
Diss tracks Cadillacs iced out woodgrains
Spinning wheels big bank big budget blood stains
If we could only put our paper together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild one brick at a time rearrange
The way that we think we killing ourselves it's a shame
We got to wake up and realize that we're all pawns in the game
Look at the neighborhood you grew up in and tell me the truth
It gets worse by the year everybody's ready to shoot
We can't disguise the fact we're dropping like flies
And that's the reason it hurts to look in my nephews eyes
Cause that bullet that hit his back left his legs without feeling
So hopefully he's going to walk again if it's God will
And it's killing a piece of my soul he's only 17 years old
So late night I'm up letting the tears roll
It's so ironic cause the place I played as a child
Was the same place he caught a bullet and laid on the ground
Now tell me who is it to blame for that
The little guy who pulled the trigger or the older cats who gave him the gat
The cycle continues from day to day I pray the Lord will make a way to take the hate Away from us
Breaking away is our common sense and intellect we respect disrespect
We our biggest threat and we don't even get it yet and it's a shame
We party and bullshit gunshots rang out
Pop cris sip mo smoke weed hang out
Diss tracks Cadillacs iced out woodgrains
Spinning wheels big bank big budget blood stains
If we could only put our paper together and make a change
Destroy and rebuild one brick at a time rearrange
The way that we think we killing ourselves it's a shame
We got to wake up and realize that we're all pawns in the game