Game of life
The game of life is fkd we supposed to value money so people get it by any means
then its from the cops we runnin and people doing life for sellin green to the ones who tryna escape by gettin high, they known as fiends...
an now they both behind that barbed wye and cut like seams
and in that cell its people who got more hooks than Kareem
but only thing they lookin forward to is money on they books and if you dont got a fam then even in jail you scheme
when you get out you need a money plan so its right back to sellin beans...
3 strikes its life you land all cause you were tryna build support for your fam like a crib with the beams
Copyright © Caden Churchwell | Year Posted 2025
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