G. Twilight - It's Deeper Than That lyrics

[Intro] Do you suffer from Rick Ross Syndrome? Do you think you're Big Meech or Larry Hoover? Have you lost your damn mind and are you Suffering from an "identity complex" like most "Swag" obsessed, misguided people today? Well guess what... it's deeper than that... [Hook] Getting caught up in the game, dying in the fast lane Your mans f**ing your dame... GUESS WHAT? it's deeper than that A rocktar like cobain, half a brick of c**aine Carty's, watches, and a chaines... GUESS WHAT? it's deeper than that Weak n***as just complain, while you sip champaign Celebrate the campaign... GUESS WHAT? it's deeper than that No gain wit no pain, so much stress on your brain Shooting "blow" in ya vein GUESS WHAT? it's deeper than that/ [Verse 1: G. Twilight] This ain't no Donald Goines fictions This is real life On 7 mile and Bentler I saw it all in real life You think you seeing some new sh** But to me its a re-run Almost lost my life and my freedom Living by the gun I ain't tellin lies, pump faking, or fake flexing Just look me up in the Michigan department of correction 752.. 798 that my M.D.O.C Or you even can ask the streets.. These n***as know me This the underworld and it's all about the bread Stop n***as from eating And you'll wind up dead You can get j**elry, bad b**hes, and nice cars from it But in the end nothing good comes from it One king per kingdom one star per stage A lengthy prison sentence or dead at a young age It's simple math, basic street science Ignorance plus greed equal drug related violence [Hook] [Verse 2: Maserati Rick Jr.] It's a cold a** world And a cold a** game Man this game so deep But this sh** won't change Real stories different hoods Different names, fast living, fast cars, fast b**hes.. What's the price of the fame Trying to get rich off crack sales.. See, my bloodline trill Real life lost my pops to the street And my mom to the system Pay attention to this game that I'm spit Sometimes you can't trust n***as Even b**hes be stealing None of my story's made up n***as get k**ed where i came up For slangin' on the wrong block And some n***as be "rats" Getting stacks while they workin' for the cops "Jack boys" steady plottin' on the stash Got to hide all my cash And avoid the raid I watched how the game was played So i didn't have to go that route Just trynna get my fam out In the hood it's no love It's just love for the game Plus money and d** It ain't the same.. [Hook] [Verse 3: G. Twilight] Keep on playing in them streets Something going to happen to your a** Shooters wit automatics come through Clapping at your a** But f** the long money.. get paid quick Blow it all at the mall, n***a, don't save sh** Just "strait drop" it in the pot And load the gold wit' "ice" I'll crash a Maserati and say f** the price As long as I survive Cop a new ride Circle the block on Bentler And park in front of my enemies eyes Jamie breathe breath in my lungs Gave me life in the dope game Taught me how to chop and bag up hard c**aine But he got mad cause I was moving fast In my own lane So that's five years of friendship Flushed down the drain You never know what you'll do Until you're put under pressure 7 Mile and Lasher.. one hell of a tester Physical, mental, emotional scars d**h or life behind bars The dope game? it'll show you Who your real friends are [Hook]