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Lirik Lagu Game Ain't Based On Sympathy - Rick Ross

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"Reminiscing on that, uhI remember they used to give us that free cheeseA big block of that shitYeah, man I'm glad y'all ain't gotta get that cheeseMan, I thank God my kids ain't gotta see that cheeseYo, you know what I'm saying?You gotta feed it to them raw Feel me?"
Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhereDaddy didn't see pension they took his healthcareAffordable housing and they fed us welfareShowed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn't care lessA young prince in Miami, son of a pharaohThis is deeper than raps, I can't run from the echoesAnd I hear the screamsUnder my mattress box springs, I still see the CREAMMac 11 next to Grammy invitationsI'm never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirationsNo more beefing with rappersIt's just murder or nothingNew positions to master, I perfected the othersNiggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of MatumboThese are lucrative assets, golden words that will mumble you
This the biggestCorner store was the stage, I needed managementIn a mansion that I could squeeze another phantom inNegative people just seem to fail firstI said I'm a genius, put in the legworkYou step to my niggas, suggest you stay alertNo, I've never been lenient, nor a man of mercyI stick my dick in her tell her my net worthThen we stare at each other and see who catch firstA pretty chick, she resembles Stacy DashIf it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my assPussy nigga want war, til' it's "bonjour"Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom doorGot your people alarmed cause we the armed forceEasy as leaking a song before I go on tour
UhGang violence ongoing, let's fight our own warsChicago been out of hand, the city lost its soulFuneral every weekend or either you crematedHomie's son, he been murdered, he didn't seem fadedHolding guns on the gram, out of my league babyReal killers and hitters would rather live namelessI got a homie I know with a twenty body countMaybe once or twice a month he leave the houseOlder brother, type to get a curly permPappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birdsNever was a gangster, I just wanted inNo longer could I deny that I wanted a BenzBooby gave me blessings and a root for me to winI showed him my ambition in two different fieldsAlso, said I was a rapper, Booby here it isReal talk my nigga, here it is