Pawns in the Game

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