Music
Music please
Mhmm
My homies caught up
You think since you got the dope dropped befo' its stocked roll
Like its not cop then blow that’s how the block go
Not copped and blown, mo like cock the 4 plus 4 mo equal an 8, that’s for promo
Wit a game still remain solo, its in my veins like a cholo
Wood grain with the momo
Block stain with the same photo
Drug dealin, blood spillin, thugs mug peelin', this ain't loco
8 eternal create a journal
Yoshua’s commandin' officer he made me colonel
In the inferno with the 4th man, on dark blocks
Where they park drops and spark glocks until hearts stop
Pass the clip and smash and dippin'
Consumin' flash and trippin' movin' too fast to listen
Till he crashed that whip into the center divida
Now sinners decide whether he live or die, dealin' with ridas
Caught up
In the game you wanna be a baller
The ghetto fame and all the game has to offer
What do you really gain if you don't know the father
And all the pain it'll cost you
You wonder what it would cost
The fast lane, another hustler lost
And hard times got him itchin ta ball
He know its wrong but he’s caught in the game
Rocks with a fiend sparkin' the flame, walks with a cane, and in the hallways something has changed
It's where the tables turn tricky
His brothers in the game ballin' like he mixed with double g and ken griffey
Neighborhood mvp sell dope from the dirty south back down to the cpt
Worldwide like a mp3
Had cheese dippin' in g’s before we even seen the keys
Turned 19, supplied the homies with that light green
Lost 'em 'cause he thought he had the right team
But now the feds on him
Infra red’s on him for packin' up macaroni in the sack for the homies
Cold thang how the game go
Dropped the change so what I gotta bang fo?
Flow and my name grow, caught up
Caught up
In the game you wanna be a baller
The ghetto fame and all the game has to offer
What do you really gain if you don't know the father
And all the pain it'll cost you
She'd flip like it ain’t funny when it came to money
Turned 17 and changed her name to honey
Sayin ta sunny- that’s her best friend
Collect ends roll a Benz on them tight rims
They all in
Only getting her ball automatic
I saw her in the mall getting honeycomb tatted
She didn’t hesitate to switch up
She hit the strip clubs shakin' for them rich thugs
Hopin' they tip dubs
First chasin money now she mixed drugs
Got her a stack, left home, now she’s startin' to miss love
Daddy’s kiss and his hug
Now she reminisces on her life which was
And now she’s a pole dancer
But it’s soul cancer
Just like eve let the serpent romance her
Greed, fell for the first trick thought up
Wasn’t how she was brought up
Prayin' 'cause she was caught up
Caught up
In the game you wanna be a baller
The ghetto fame and all the game has to offer
What do you really gain if you don't know the father
And all the pain it'll cost you
