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Featuring Mak , T-Real & GP (Hook) Me and my niggas in the same game They all tryin to do their own thing Me and my niggas bought the chain things Now you over nigga, Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Now you over nigga Stay in your lane Me and my niggas bought the chain things It's the F game (Verse 1) I'm floating in the G, bumpin BIG A nobody to somebody kill you when they feel you When hollows take away your tomorrows And then they willed you Through your hood one last time But they can't feel you Shit crazy on the block Guns giving head to niggas He can't get his license yet But he don't check it Letras de cancionesDon't nobody care about that rep you got Fuck that respect you got Niggas X the spot May God bless your soul, peace sign And God bless your goal, 'cause I needs mine Swerving on these clown ass niggers Old brandy I wanna beat down and stick us You don't wanna see my youngings AR spit He keeps shooting even when he miss like JR Smith True New York fashion , horse shoe, yankee fitty True New York fashion.. what it is nigga (Hook) Me and my niggas in the same game They all tryin to do their own thing Me and my niggas bought the chain things Now you over nigga, Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Now you over nigga Stay in your lane Me and my niggas bought the chain things It's the F game (Verse 2) Lord bless me on this road to success While I bypass these hates in the cherry corvette With a bad diva got her rollin off my sets And hail it to the days when a nigga used to stress And now I laugh 'cause we all got next What I want for me I want for them It ain't no contest Fuck making threats everything's a promise Have you soaring in the sky without a fucking harness F1 gang don't worry about minds Money all across the borders and we get it from different grinds This summer is gonna be different slump Presidential rollie on my wrist so the ace could blind Any fuck boy that be on that fuck shit That bird nigga could get plucked quick Right off the face off the earth cross casket His mama won't see him leave this earth (Hook) Me and my niggas in the same game They all tryin to do their own thing Me and my niggas bought the chain things Now you over nigga, Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Now you over nigga Stay in your lane Me and my niggas bought the chain things It's the F game (Verse 3) I'm in the fast lane sour 62 a cane Ridin old school I'm in the 4.6 race Bad dane educate me give me mean brain Your style terry cloth from butter soft we not the same You talk money but really broke I'm getting change Serially on blood diamonds all in the chain Shower possy jamaican shooters who let it bang Hussle all night, the vamp life without the fangs Potent in apartment that shit you smoking it's not the same I shop at any markets , designer fit my frame At the round table I see your seat's reserved for lames I sit with bosses we talk how we gon lock the game Ya gorillas but in the clips will make 'em tame That birdy shit I get Mozart to pop the thing Fuck boys stay in your lane You watch me do me I'm doing major things (Hook) Me and my niggas in the same game They all tryin to do their own thing Me and my niggas bought the chain things Now you over nigga, Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Stay in your lane Now you over nigga Stay in your lane Me and my niggas bought the chain things It's the F game From Letras Mania