Traitors Of The Game Lyrics

Already dead

But you can kill me if you wanna

I got buckets of lead

You wanna pull up we gon dome ya

Hold up

Let it be said

It comes to money keep it focused

I got buckets of lead

You keep it comin im a stoner

We some loners

Stuck up in a world

That don't want us

Nah

Wonder if you threw the chain

Wonder if it's worth your while

Take a second

You should count your every blessing

I aint playing i aint messing

When it comes to popping weapons

We were happy by the second

Smoking woods and bumping legends

Im a loner boy a stoner boy

Don't give me all your mentions

Dropping tracks like i aint stressing

Bout a thing it's such a blessing

That I've done the things I've done

All the while you out there flexing

For that bag

For them tags

All the money that you have

It ain't shit

I should laugh

Thought you'd have some better class

Better go back to your past

Drop one track and say your bad

I'm the big bad wolf

Show you how to make a track

First you come with a melody

I like em very fast

Then you go and write your raps

Call it working on your craft

I have done enough

To call em up and tell em

That you trash

They would turn you down to ash

At the point up on the map what

You some traitors of the game

Now you know you're coming last

Had to tell em where's it at

When you know just how to rap

We are nothing boy you bugging

might've smoked it up too fast

Im a corpse just a body

Creeping up from the grass

Rolling up the dope

Smoke up in the cold

Body getting froze

So we smoke a little more