30th St Boyz

I deal the hand, play the hand, then that shit reverse

Papa told me a long time ago the world was cursed

How the fuck you claim game, you ain't put in work

Shedding tears for the ones that are steady leaving earth

Granny died, papa die, finally open my eyes

And I realize, I'm the best, lettin' go all the stress on my chest

Finally destination, niggas is to go ' pick up the check

We put the opp the rest, you know we play to win

That's my murder twin, tryna hang ten, you know we gettin' in

Gen five add a fifty, that's a five-fifty Benz