Droop-E - Blessed By the Game lyrics

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Droop-E - Blessed By the Game lyrics

[Verse 1] It's a game of cat-and-mouse in the Bay Everybody know where everybody stay Somebody didn't make it to the house Somebody got shot in they mouth Gotta keep you a thumper, on the tuck, on the under Can't be shinin' too flossy, they'll turn you into a body Can't be stuntin' too often, they'll turn your car to a coffin Have you coughin' up blood while you was smokin' your bud And sippin' your barre, or should I say lean Him and his hoe, now it's a crime scene I'm a master of reality Rap about good times and casualties…UH! [Chorus 2X] From the bottom, and I ain't ever changed From broke to having my change, mayne Get up and get it, don't always place blame I've been blessed by the game [Verse 2] This morning, the Lord tapped on my head Said ‘If it wasn't for me, you would be dead' Got up out my bed, got on my knees and thanked Him I was hecka scared, it was cloudy and rainy When it come to communication, you gotta be smart Put your pride to the side and have a heart-to-heart With your family and folks, your friends and your foes Life can be short or taller than a stripper pole I'mma get my sh** together, bruh, I promise, I betcha I'm slappin' E-40, don't shoot the messenger Pack a Mac or a 40 just in case they test ya Watch out for the Porky, pigs, they arrest ya Some crooked, corrupted, attitude like ‘f** it' Some do they job and care about the public I'm a master of reality Rap about good times and casualties…b*atch! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Techniques and tactics, mammoth mathematics Runnin' through paper like it's a laxative Since I toddler valued a dollar, ya hear me? I'm the same the dude, I ain't an impostor, ya feel me? When you get on your feet, don't forget your peeps ‘Cause they the ones that hold a n***a down in the streets When it's all said and done my testimony ain't gon' be phony Sometimes I lose count on how many people owe me money Forget about it, hustla, just love ‘em and keep it pushin' Never know when you gon' need a brother, we hoodlum Boss, not a s**er, I love my loved ones, we folks My bloods and my cousins grew up together, so dope [Chorus]