Part Of The Game (feat. NLE Choppa & Rileyy Lanez)

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

(I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby) Yeah

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I've been through the ups and downs

You know I get around

So to me it's all a part of the game

If I ain't the coke man or the dope man

I'm almost for sure, man, I gotta take it

No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothing to play with

Make money, make, make, make money

When the shit hit the fan, we'll take money

Southside

Beef with the best of 'em

Donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)

Checks, I'm collecting 'em

Check boy, I'm finessing 'em

Big bags of bread

Boy, you fuck around, put a big bag on your head

'Fore the weather break you're dead

Let's get to it

They don't do it like we do it (Naw)

Cop it, whip it, bag it, flip it

Re up, we up

G'd up, what up?

Running 'round this bitch, still not giving a fuck (Ay)

When it come to that paper, there'll be no complications (Ha ha, that's right)

Put a hole in a **** right in front of you, your heartbeat racing

And it's alright

That's how we do it on this side

**** get to it on this side

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I've been through the ups and downs

You know I get around

So to me it's all a part of the game

If I ain't the coke man or the dope man

I'm almost for sure, man, I gotta take it

No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothing to play with

Ay, it's all a part of the game

You gotta play your cards right

Don't get caught without the pipe

All night, lurking on sight

Never go without a fight

Win or lose, or wrong or right

Protect your life

'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike

Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi

Riding 'round your city, boy

Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy

Mo' money, mo' problems, got me feeling like I'm Diddy, boy

Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me

Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em

Migrate that **** off the lot, we put him on the alley

We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattling

As you driving, there'll be hell when you done did a robbery

Not your hoe, I'm the bossman

Not the dope man, but I bring the propane

He had a scope on it, but he hit 'em close range

Stormy days but you know we bringing more rains

I know heartbreaks, setbacks

Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back

I've been through the ups and downs

You know I get around

So to me it's all a part of the game

If I ain't the coke man or the dope man

I'm almost for sure, man, I gotta take it

No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it

Robberies turned homicide, it's nothing to play with

Welcome to the Southside